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We left our brains behind. July 12, 2006

Posted by table4five in Family, Humor.
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This morning I have a vague memory of cracking open an eyelid and telling my husband that I wanted to go walk around the mall tonight. This is a long-standing ritual that goes back to when we were first living together and had no money for entertainment, so we would go to one of two area malls and just window-shop, with a stop at the Food Court for a terrible but cheap dinner. We have continued the tradition with the boys, although we almost always end up buying new books at Barnes & Noble because it’s so HARD to say NO to a kid who is standing in front of you clutching a book. NO, NO reading for you!

Anyway, after Chris got home and changed his clothes we began the long list of pre-outing tasks that must be completed: let the dog out to pee, get the boys cleaned up and into shoes, change the baby’s diaper, fix her a bottle to drink in the car and another bottle for later, pack the big diaper bag with diapers/wipes/change of clothes/bib/spoon/ food/changing table pad/Aquaphor/cloth diaper in case of spit-up/small diaper disposal bags/extra toys. Get the boys in the car, decide to change from big purse to small purse, transfer phone/keys/wallet/lipgloss, decide to put hair back in clip, decide to pee before we leave, run back in to grab camera, finally everyone is in the car, let’s GO.

We get to the mall, park, get out of the car and Chris says, “where’s the diaper bag?”

Fuuuuck. Okay, I will take the boys and Kaitlyn into the mall and get them some food, Chris will drive back home (it’s five minutes away) and grab the bag. We order our food and start eating when up walks Chris swinging the SMALL diaper bag. He looks pissed.

“Yeah, it’s great to drive all the way home just to get the EMPTY diaper bag”. He is pissed.

Me:”It’s my fault, I set it down to change purses and forgot to grab it”. Him:”I’m the one who looked right at it but grabbed the small one instead”. Me:”Didn’t you notice the small one felt kind of light?” Him: “Do you see me shooting invisible glaring death-rays at you for asking me such a dumb question?” ( He didn’t really say that, but there were glaring death-rays).

So, this time he sits down with Kaitlyn and the boys and I drive home to get the big diaper bag. Which is sitting right where I left it.

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1. sweatpantsmom - July 13, 2006

Okay, cut to the chase – how much did you spend at Barnes and Noble?

(And what a handy book bag that empty diaper bag would have made. Did you tell your husband that’s what you intended all along?)

2. tori - July 13, 2006

I hate when things like this happen! Yucky yuck! I hope you managed to have fun anyway!

3. Java Junkie - July 13, 2006

hahahahahaha!
“Me:”Didn’t you notice the small one felt kind of light?” Him: “Do you see me shooting invisible glaring death-rays at you for asking me such a dumb question?””

Omg this was the PERFECT thing to read through still-blurry eyes while trying to convince them to stay open with coffee..

I know he didn’t REALLY say that but I am SO going to start saying that irl now roflmfao

4. Lanna - July 13, 2006

Hahaha! Sounds way too familiar. 🙂

5. Mrs. Chicky - July 13, 2006

Wow, that sounds all too familiar. Right down to the unnecessary book purchase. But they are usually for me!

6. Nancy - July 14, 2006

LOL — we do this all the time! In fact, J finally retrieved the diaper bag from the car this afternoon, where we’d accidentally left it all week (and then we could never find it when we needed it!)

7. Stan - July 18, 2006

Somehow, somewhen, that sure sounds familiar.
thanks for the chuckle.


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