Well, here we find ourselves one week closer to the holiday. Don't you just feel it peering around the corner like a coiled mountain lion (or is it just me)? Last week I tried to get everything wrapped up as best I could. Here's how it went.
My schedule is pretty busy with work, so I have to carefully plan shopping days. I wanted to go out this past Saturday — without children — to get things finished (okay, started). That plan fell through, so I took leave of my senses this past Thursday, and just after getting paid, I packed both the kids into the car and went to the mall. Six and a half hours later, we returned home. That's right, I got ALL my shopping done. In one day. With both of the kids (3 years and 1 year). By myself.
Before you start thinking that I'm some sort of super-parent, I'll tell you that I squished Grace's finger between the wall and a shopping cart this afternoon.
I should have known there was trouble to come: Immediately prior to leaving the house with William to get Grace from school, I realized (the hard way) that there were no wipes left. Don't tell my wife, but a wet hand towel took care of things, if you know what I mean. After retrieving Grace, we headed to Stop and Shop. I had to make a pit stop myself before we left, so I managed to stuff myself and the cart into the men's room. On the way out the aforementioned "squishing" took place. Grace wailed like a banshee, and everyone gave me that "good job, dad" look.
With Grace finally calm, we were checking out when the cashier leaned in close to me. "I don't mean to be nosy," she said, "but my friend's 4-year-old fell out of a shopping cart, landed on his head and died."
"Exactly how is that not being nosy?" I asked her.
"I don't mean to tell you what to do...," she said.
"Obviously you do," I said.
"Well," she said, "I don't put children in shopping carts."
"That's your decision, this is mine," I said, and left before I leapt at her across the conveyor belt.
Finally, I'll tell you that I succumbed to the electronic babysitter last week. It's a very rare occasion that I let Grace watch a DVD, but I wanted just 30 minutes of peace. This is going to disappoint my fellow blogger Damomma, but Grace was enjoying her Disney Princess Sing Along DVD. Seeing her sing along with Ariel and Co., in her sweet, innocent voice, wrapped in a Cinderella dress that's too big is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. It's the ignorant innocence of the scene that gets me. Again, I'm sorry Damomma, but it was heart-melting.
So there you have a few scenes from my week. Here's hoping you're faring a bit better.