Surrender_Dorothy
Earning My Ears
- Joined
- Apr 25, 2007
I recently found out there was a chaper of the MOMS club (momsclub.org) in my area. I contacted the group's VP and she promised to drop me some snail mail with the groups' calendar etc. She also invited me to their monthly general meeting which was this morning and I swear I tried to make it.
I got DS all ready to go and discovered the carseat was in DH's car. At work. With him. Over a half hour away. Uh oh.
Time for Plan B. According to MapQuest the church where the meeting is to be held is a little less than 3/4 mile from my house. It's a nice day, so I plop DS in his umbrella stroller and off we go.
I end up going for several blocks in the WRONG direction (because I am directionally impaired).
We run into a wide patch of sticky mud (it rained hard yesterday) which clogs the wheels of the stroller, forcing me to get down on my hands and knees and get it out.
I walk for more than an HOUR and still don't find the place. By this time, I am tired and DS is annoyed at having been in the stroller so long. He asks to go to the park.
So I begin the long trek home. And get lost.
After another fifteen or twenty minutes goes by, I manage to find my way back into my neighborhood and realize that I cannot take DS to the park. Which causes a huge fuss, he wants to get out and play. I'm not about to let him because the park is covered with woodmulch and it's extremely muddy. Yuck.
I finally convince DS to stop fussing by promising he can watch The Wiggles when we get home while I make lunch. He agrees.
Let's just say it's been quite a morning.
I got DS all ready to go and discovered the carseat was in DH's car. At work. With him. Over a half hour away. Uh oh.
Time for Plan B. According to MapQuest the church where the meeting is to be held is a little less than 3/4 mile from my house. It's a nice day, so I plop DS in his umbrella stroller and off we go.
I end up going for several blocks in the WRONG direction (because I am directionally impaired).
We run into a wide patch of sticky mud (it rained hard yesterday) which clogs the wheels of the stroller, forcing me to get down on my hands and knees and get it out.
I walk for more than an HOUR and still don't find the place. By this time, I am tired and DS is annoyed at having been in the stroller so long. He asks to go to the park.
So I begin the long trek home. And get lost.
After another fifteen or twenty minutes goes by, I manage to find my way back into my neighborhood and realize that I cannot take DS to the park. Which causes a huge fuss, he wants to get out and play. I'm not about to let him because the park is covered with woodmulch and it's extremely muddy. Yuck.
I finally convince DS to stop fussing by promising he can watch The Wiggles when we get home while I make lunch. He agrees.
Let's just say it's been quite a morning.