What a fucking Saturday we had. Started out great. Drank some coffee, enjoyed the weather, and took to long to get off the couch, but then we were ready to roll. We're having Thanksgiving at our house this year. Not too excited, but what do ya do? We decided we needed to "spruce" up the house (sine we've lived in it almost 4 years and have done NOTHING to it).
The plan: World Market, Target, and shrimp enchilada dinner. Went to World Market. Not a good place to bring two kids. Their carts are too small for two kids to fit into and their aisles are too small for the double stroller. I ran after Oliver for about 15 minutes screaming, "don't touch that, don't touch that, don't touch that"! Then he knocked over a piles of dog bones. Whew! Easy clean up. Wishful thinking on my part. He threw a fit and we had the "you have two choices talk". Two simple choices: go to the car or stay and listen to mommy and daddy. He decided to stay and listen. We thought we were smart cause we reasoned with a toddler.
Next thing I know, and it all happened so fast, but in slow motion as I watched. Oliver ran over to the wine section, grabbed one wine bottle...it dropped, then another came sliding out, it dropped, then another....crash - bang! Two bottles broke, wine was splattered, glass was broken into pieces, my foot was bleeding, my toe was throbbing, Lennon was smiling happily, Mike was trying to figure out who's kid just embarrassed his parents, and Oliver was silent. HOLY SHIT!
Mike quickly came to, grabbed Oliver and carried him to the car and I quickly ran over to the counter and paid for two $20 bottle of wine that I will NEVER drink. I got to the car and Mike asked, "are you still buying the bench"? Seriously? HELL NO!
Needless to say, we never made it to Target and we were too cranky to whip up shrimp enchiladas. Oliver spent the rest of the evening in his room and I have a Spongebob band aid healing my wounds.
The plan: World Market, Target, and shrimp enchilada dinner. Went to World Market. Not a good place to bring two kids. Their carts are too small for two kids to fit into and their aisles are too small for the double stroller. I ran after Oliver for about 15 minutes screaming, "don't touch that, don't touch that, don't touch that"! Then he knocked over a piles of dog bones. Whew! Easy clean up. Wishful thinking on my part. He threw a fit and we had the "you have two choices talk". Two simple choices: go to the car or stay and listen to mommy and daddy. He decided to stay and listen. We thought we were smart cause we reasoned with a toddler.
Next thing I know, and it all happened so fast, but in slow motion as I watched. Oliver ran over to the wine section, grabbed one wine bottle...it dropped, then another came sliding out, it dropped, then another....crash - bang! Two bottles broke, wine was splattered, glass was broken into pieces, my foot was bleeding, my toe was throbbing, Lennon was smiling happily, Mike was trying to figure out who's kid just embarrassed his parents, and Oliver was silent. HOLY SHIT!
Mike quickly came to, grabbed Oliver and carried him to the car and I quickly ran over to the counter and paid for two $20 bottle of wine that I will NEVER drink. I got to the car and Mike asked, "are you still buying the bench"? Seriously? HELL NO!
Needless to say, we never made it to Target and we were too cranky to whip up shrimp enchiladas. Oliver spent the rest of the evening in his room and I have a Spongebob band aid healing my wounds.
