This is my life.
We have to mail a package.
We're five days late getting it out because of a combination of bad weather, Richard's Homecoming, and Thanksgiving.
I absolutely have to mail it today, my tardiness is just getting ridiculous at this point.
I hustle the boys into the car with promises of lunch at McDonald's, where they can eat all the Chicken McNuggets and french fries that they want.
We have to mail a package.
We're five days late getting it out because of a combination of bad weather, Richard's Homecoming, and Thanksgiving.
I absolutely have to mail it today, my tardiness is just getting ridiculous at this point.
I hustle the boys into the car with promises of lunch at McDonald's, where they can eat all the Chicken McNuggets and french fries that they want.
15 minutes later we arrive at the post office. Which, for some very awkward reason, is as quiet as a library.
Great, the perfect setting for two loud toddlers.
And, of course, everyone and their goat decided to go to the post office today too.
And, of course, each one of the zillion people in line has a VERY IMPORTANT ISSUE they need handled RIGHT NOW, that will take no less than five minutes to sort out.
Multiply five minutes by a zillion people and that equals one very bad headache and two super impatient toddlers.
Ryan is screaming and trying to wiggle himself out of the stroller.
Jacob is yelling "Chicken please! Chicken please!", frustrated that we aren't at McDonald's, and now the other people in line behind us are looking at me like they think I starve my children, and force the poor babies to beg for food.
In an attempt to buy myself a few minutes I dig out some stale Gerber Puffs that have been in the bottom of the stroller for who knows how long, and hand Jacob my car key ring, which has a small flashlight on it that I think he will like playing with.
Instead, he goes straight for the button that sets off my CAR ALARM.
Finally - somehow - we mailed the package and piled back in the car.
Once we are in the McDonald's play area, Jacob keeps trying to push open the emergency exit door, which conveniently has an alarm on it as well.
Seriously, who's genius idea was it to put an emergency alarm door in the children's play area of McDonald's?!
Ryan is running from table to table trying to steal other patrons' french fries and juice boxes.
This is my life.
Setting off alarms.
Disturbing the peace.
It's the most adorable chaos you can imagine.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Setting off alarms.
Disturbing the peace.
It's the most adorable chaos you can imagine.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
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