My little imp, resting up for an evening of torturing his mother dear.So today was rough, mainly because of a certain jet-lagged toddler. I'm not naming any names (Josh), but a certain someone just about drove me bananas with all of the tantrums.
But all of the drama did bring about one highlight for the day.
Spencer's preschool had a Subway fundraiser tonight (go to Subway, the preschool gets some money). I'm all for that kind of fundraiser, but I knew there was no way - ever - that both Josh and I would survive an evening out. So I decided to just pick up some sandwiches and we'd eat them at home. I figured we could survive the ten minutes it would take to order and pay for a few sandwiches.
I figured wrong.
As soon as we got there Josh started terrorizing the chip display. And when that became boring the cups were his next target. Then he started running around, screaming jihad like the crazed little toddler-terrorist that he is. At this point I decided I had to hold him for the rest of our excursion.
Thirty weeks pregnant with a struggling, crazed, 40 pound psycho. One of my finer mothering moments.
At that point four burly firemen came in and started ordering sandwiches. While I tried to negotiate the apparently intricate details of a preschool fundraiser flier with the Mickey Mouse band-aid-on-the-eyebrow sandwich girl, one of the firemen tried to distract Josh in order to help me out. While Spencer was impressed, Josh was not and struggled and screamed all the more for it. At this point I turned to the fireman and said "Want a two year old? I'm giving one away today."
His reply?
"No ma'am. We don't work with things that dangerous."
Firemen are smart.
But all of the drama did bring about one highlight for the day.
Spencer's preschool had a Subway fundraiser tonight (go to Subway, the preschool gets some money). I'm all for that kind of fundraiser, but I knew there was no way - ever - that both Josh and I would survive an evening out. So I decided to just pick up some sandwiches and we'd eat them at home. I figured we could survive the ten minutes it would take to order and pay for a few sandwiches.
I figured wrong.
As soon as we got there Josh started terrorizing the chip display. And when that became boring the cups were his next target. Then he started running around, screaming jihad like the crazed little toddler-terrorist that he is. At this point I decided I had to hold him for the rest of our excursion.
Thirty weeks pregnant with a struggling, crazed, 40 pound psycho. One of my finer mothering moments.
At that point four burly firemen came in and started ordering sandwiches. While I tried to negotiate the apparently intricate details of a preschool fundraiser flier with the Mickey Mouse band-aid-on-the-eyebrow sandwich girl, one of the firemen tried to distract Josh in order to help me out. While Spencer was impressed, Josh was not and struggled and screamed all the more for it. At this point I turned to the fireman and said "Want a two year old? I'm giving one away today."
His reply?
"No ma'am. We don't work with things that dangerous."
Firemen are smart.
3 comments:
Giggle, Giggle. That's funny!
I'm glad you are back.
That's hilarious. I truly understand and feel your pain.
haha! Love it! I have been there before too....
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