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Friday, September 2

Ended in Strangers and Blood. Awesome!!

So, being the super cool mom I am, I decided to meet some friends at a new local children's museum. I go places alone with both kids alllll the time. No big!

No big? F-ME BIG!

Bubbi decides she's done. Over it. Time to go. Ok, so I give Boo a 10 minute warning. In the meantime, Bubbi throws herself on the floor and conducts a no-joke 10 minute tantrum. I just let her while I talk to other moms and occasionally mouth "two year old" or "nap time" to staring passerbys.

Ten minutes later I tell Boo time to go (with a one minute warning before of course). He FLIPS OUT.

Really? They are really both going to do this to me? Awesome!!!

I pull kicking and screaming Bubbi off the floor and try to carry her flailing body in one arm and Boo in the other.

No go.

We make it to the parking lot and both kids drop to the floor kicking and screaming. Boo's shoe is off and all he wants me to do is hold him...after I put his shoe back on. Bubbi just wants to freak out, kick and scream and generally act like a tired two year old from hell.

A few minutes later of me not making it anywhere and this ANGEL (with strollered 2 year old twins of her own) offers to help. I say, "PLEASE!"

She takes kicking and screaming Boo with both hands while I have kicking and screaming Bubbi in one hand and I push the stroller with the other. We get to my car and Bubbi is COVERED IN BLOOD!!!!


I thank the lady and she bolts. I lock Boo in the car (he's totally freaked out now - yes, even more than before - since a stranger just carried him 15 yards) so I can see why the hell Bubbi is bleeding.

Turns out to be her gums. Cut them or something at some point during her freak out. I fight to strap her sorry butt in the car then get Boo in.

We leave. THANK GOD!


Anonymous said...

No way! They were such angels all day. I don't get it. Just tired and worn out I suppose. I mean, it is a cool museum so I can see why he didn't want to leave. Good grief. Funny, the mom with twins helping you with your two. I can only imagine your face. You are such a great mom. Don't be hard on yourself. It was one time. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help. Lotte cried as we left because some big kids were taking the giant lite brite pieces out that she had worked so hard to put in. Hee-hee! We'll be back. Lots of fun regardless of the drama! :)

Anonymous said...

Oooooh, Ramona :' (
Sorry to hear your sad tale---but you're so funny to tell it!
I've been so crazy busy, I have neglected to check into your world. But when I do, I can always count on you for a great story and a good laugh--with you, not at you!
---have missed you,

Susan said...

I have had many a similar moment.
Funny how we all find the need to explain to total strangers why our kids are freaking out! Totally do that too.

Small Kucing said...

Hi Ramona

How are you? Long time no updates