We only have two children in our family which means getting out the door to go somewhere 45 minutes away shouldn’t be such an ordeal.
But it is.
“Do you have the diaper bag?”
“Did you get your toys together to take to grandma and grandpa’s?”
“Do you have my camera?”
“Have you seen my Kindle?”
“We’ve got everything? Ok. Let’s go.”
All in the car, engine running.
“Did I lock the door? Let me check.”
Car off. Family waits.
All in the car again, engine running.
“Did I unplug the toaster? I’m going to go check.”
Car off. Family waits. Husband back in car.
Ten minutes away from house; “did I turn the stove off?”
Turn around. Family waits in car. Mom decides to check the van to see if that’s where she lost a friend’s bottle of essential oil. Van locked. Mom slips and falls on her backside in mud and wrenches her shoulder.
“Stove was off.” Dad announces.
“I need the keys, I fell in the mud..” Mom says and gestures to mud smear from the top of her backside to her calf.
Back in the house to change. Then finally on the road . . . again. Yes, like a Willie Nelson song.
A lovely day is spent exploring the woods on a unnaturally warm winter day at the parents/grandparents accept for another fall in the mud. by mom.
When it’s time to leave:
“Where are your shoes?”
“Why isn’t the baby wearing pants?”
“Do you have your toys?”
“Do you have your camera?”
“Where is the diaper bag?”
“I need to change the baby first.”
“Kiss and hug everyone good-bye.”
On the road again. Phone rings ten minutes from home.
“Did you know you left your purse here?”