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12/03/2006
Mom Mistake #247
On Saturday morning I made the mistake of taking the Hs out on my own. I had good intentions. My friend L and I wanted to get together and chat outside of work and we thought it would be great to get our kids together. I have a 2 year old and an 11 month old, she has an 20 month old. Perfect! I, however, had the stupidly brilliant plan to take the kids to the mall, do some shopping, stuff them with junk food, and then let them run amok in the indoor playground. On December 2nd. With Santa in the mall. On a Saturday. Did I mention it was a Saturday?

If I ever come up with a plan like that again please slap me senseless. Really. L and her little boy C were great company but I spent so much time chasing Hollis around that I think L and I only exchanged about 20 words during the 3 1/2 hours we were at the mall. Don't feel too sorry for me. It's my own fault. You see, I refuse to use my double stroller. It's this huge Eddie Bauer monstrosity that a well meaning friend handed down to us when we found out we were expecting Little H. It must weigh 50 pounds and I don't think it even fits in my trunk. And I have an SUV. Anyway, I decided to shun the Hummer of strollers and drive my single Audi sports car around the mall. I have a Peg Perego stroller I absolutely love and it even has a toddler bar on the back. Which is great if your toddler will actually stay on the damn thing. To give credit where it's due, Hollis was actually very well behaved. So was Holden. (Of course, he was strapped into a stroller and couldn't wreak much havoc aside from randomly tossing Goldfish crackers at passers by.) But I forgot that Hollis is a toddler and he can't take 3 hours straight of nicely holding Mommy's hand. (I won't even go into the tears caused by the huge 14 year old who slammed into him twice on the playground. OK, maybe he was more like 6, but he was a big kid! Way too big for the clearly labeled toddler playground.) Every 30 seconds it was: get off the toddler bar; get on the toddler bar; push the stroller; hold Mommy's hand; run across the store; UP, MOMMY, UP! Well, we survived the ordeal and both kids passed out in the car on the way home.

I was completely exhausted after my outing and it really made me think. My husband and I have an ongoing discussion regarding whether or not we're going to try to have a third child. In the past, I've always been a quite vocal proponent while my husband is of the opinion that we should never let the children outnumber us. (Apparently the odds of a bloody coup go up exponentially after 2 kids.) But I couldn't even handle 2 small children for half a day by myself. How on earth could I possibly handle 3? I also wonder if I've just been completely spoiled all this time. My husband is truly an equal parent. If we start adding up frequent parenting miles, he's right up there with me. (Although I think I should get double miles for all of the middle of the night breastfeeding.) We usually both go out with the kids on the weekend, to the doctor, to the store, etc.... On very rare occasions, we will divide and conquer and each of us will take one child on our respective errands. If T's out of town, I'm usually a hermit. I've taken both kids to the store and on shorter outings before, but never on a half day outing.

My hellish Saturday really gave me a new appreciation for H&H's babysitter. She takes both of my kids (and both of hers!) out to errands, soccer games, and school events all the time and she never seems to break a sweat. Maybe I'm just not very good at this. Well, whatever the faults in my parenting skills, I have a new stroller in the back of my car now. It's not as large as the Hummer and not as sleek as my Audi, it's more of a mid-sized sedan - a mom car. At least now I can strap both of their butts in.

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9 Comments:

Blogger Kel said...

A relative once told me:
When you have two children you have man on man coverage.

When you have more than 2 then you need to switch to zone defense.

I tell you I don't think I'm ready for zone defense. I'm like you I can barely handle time alone with the 2 that I have!

Thanks so much for stopping by my blog!

Anonymous Nancy said...

I thought it would be great to have 3 kids... until I got to the point where both of mine are mobile. Now I don't think I could be persuaded to do so, at least until my oldest was old enough to help care for the baby. Isn't that terrible?

And taking 2 kids to the mall is very tricky. pre-baby, I had visions of taking my baby and toddler to the mall so I could shop while they quietly relaxed in the stroller and/or held my hand. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! How completely clueless was I then.

Blogger Andie D. said...

I LOVE THAT STROLLER.

I used to have this dream of the perfect little family of two kids, a cat, and a dog. Technically, I have all of those things.

But what I didn't realize, couldn't have realized until I was THERE, was that when it comes to kids, 1 + 1 DOES NOT EQUAL 2. More like 4 on a good day.

With that in mind, you may also want to think about this: With only 2 kids, there is no middle child. I am one. I hated it. The oldest got all of the privileges and the youngest got all of the attention. I swore I would never do that to a child of mine. Do you want to start college funds or therapy funds? ;)

Blogger bubandpie said...

I took my kids to a playgroup at the library today, and debated leaving the stroller behind for the car-to-library transition - and then my sanity returned and I strapped them in good and snug before venturing forth. Basically my philosophy is to keep my children confined at all times, either in a stroller, or in a room with a door.

Blogger Pendullum said...

Ihave this neighbour up the street...
Are you sitting down???
Get comfy....
Ok... He is the second youngest of ten kids...
WAIT!!!!!
It does get worse... His dad died when he was 3...
and his mom up andpicked up the kids and moved them to Vancouver Island from New York... By herself...
WAIT!!!!
Don't leave me yet...
Andthen she meets and falls in love and marries a man with twelve kids...
She raised all 22...
and they all loved her... She had 56 grandchildren when she passed...
I am in awe of anyone that has more than one...
I bow to you... and give you insanity of 22 to ponder...

Not unlike your husband, I am terrified of being outnumbered. I think that stems from the fact that my husband and I are both only children. Really, the fact that I now have two kids still makes my mind reel. I can't imagine having another. At least, not right now, while one is nursing and the other still having small tantrums on a near-daily basis.

Blogger Lawyer Mama said...

Pendullum - Can I just say ....

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Blogger mad muthas said...

if you get any more children you have to have a sheepdog too.

Blogger CPA Mom said...

I hated my Eddie Bauer double stroller too! For all the same reasons.

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