Adventures in Motherhood: diary entry #7695

Today's adventures included getting six kids ready for church: dressed, hair fixed, shoes on, coats on, diapers packed, sippy cups labeled, etc, etc, etc... and into the car. That process in and of its self would make for a pretty funny video on Youtube. (For those unaware, my husband is the youth pastor at our church so I'm kind of a single mom on Sundays.) 

Upon arrival at church, I got them all out of the car, little ones into the stroller... and then Mabry proceeded to throw up everywhere. All over herself, the stroller and the parking lot. I kid you not. I stripped down my puke covered 2 year old in chilly October weather and "washed" her with baby wipes. Some nice man saw us and ran back to his truck to get us a couple of towels he had. I sheepishly asked him if I could wash them and give them back. He looked at the large splat of vomit on the ground and back at me and said, "No its, okay, you can keep them." I cleaned up the best I could and loaded everyone back into the Suburban and headed home. So much for that.

Once home, I get my keys out of the ignition walk to the door and realized- I don't have my house key. Its not on my key chain, its in my coat pocket. But my coat is in the house. So I open the garage door but the door from the garage to the house is locked too. I'm locked out. Awesome.

THEN I realize, my phone is in the house. I can't even call anyone to tell them that I'm locked out of the house with 5 kids plus a puker.

I tell myself, "C'mon Amy, you can do this. Figure this out." So I head over to my grandparents house. I didn't want to take the kids in for fear that I would get my grandparents sick, so I just asked for some grocery bags (incase she thew up again) and asked Papaw to email and text Jake letting him know to meet me at Sonic after church was over. It was the best plan I could come up with.

 

I could have driven the 30 minutes back out to the church to get Jake's key... but we go to sort of a mega church with hundreds of people so it isn't like I could just pull up and leave all of the kids in the car to run in. And for obvious reasons I couldn't take them IN to get his key. On top of that, Jake would have already been in the middle of his message... can you just see Jake stopping, mid-sentence, looking over the high schoolers to the back of the room and seeing his children- all lined up and bundled in coats, and me: jumping and waving at him, with a naked 2 year old on my hip, trying to sign that I need his key? Ummm, no. 

A miserable day at Sonic it is. 

I ordered our usual 8 corndogs and 4 tots. It was only 10am mind you, but a time-of-day-appropriate meal was the least of my concerns. The kids ate (minus Mabry) while I nursed Kate in the front seat. Then the kids played on the gated playground while Mabry watched "Letter Factory" in the back seat.... over and over and over.

Around the time that Kate needed to nap, we drove around for a little while to get her to sleep. Then came back to Sonic for more playing... and more tots. Desperate times call for desperate measures, don't judge me.

Around 1:30pm Jake pulled up. I'm not sure if it was out of love for me or out of fear of the look on my face, but he didn't even give me the "why aren't you organized enough to leave the house with a house key and your phone" speech. 

But he would have been right. And I'm fully aware that I bring these problems on myself.

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People ask me if I'm organized because I have so many children or if I have so many children because I'm organized. To which I answer "I'm sorry, I'm Amy, have we met?"