Wednesday, May 29, 2013

One of Those Days

I believe I've named several blog posts with this title.  Because "one of those days" comes around only when you think "one of those days" can't get any worse than the last one. should aptly be named one of those days.

It started out fine. Kids slept in, I got the laundry folded and an actual 10 minute shower with warm water all by myself.  I thought it would be the start of a great day!

Then...I got the great idea to venture out and run some errands.  Should have just stayed home...
Our first stop set off the snowball effect of craziness that followed...

We went to the bank so I could get into our safe deposit box.  So all 3 kids and myself and the bank teller made our way back to the vault for some box digging.  I no sooner opened the lid on the box when I heard a  And my heart skipped a beat as I saw my ornery little B-Man take off running with his little stiff-legged gait followed by a big Pee Wee Herman belly laugh.  This was after he crawled through the vault door bars, and pushed the locked door shut...trapping Leah, Autum, and I and the bank teller in the vault...while he was on the loose.  My first thought was "OH NO!"  Because Blake knows how to work the handicapped button push entry doors and can escape unseen rather quickly!  I knew the other bank teller and bank staff were busy when we walked in...I hoped someone would catch him by the shirttail before he made his escape.  After that quick scenario ran through my mind I returned to the present to deal with the issue at hand.  The bank teller began to holler at the other bank teller's to come help us sooner had she began to gently ask for assistance...Leah began to panic and cry...followed up with Autum yelling at the top of her lungs..."I HAVE TO POOP! Mommy....poopy....Mommy...poopy!! Now! Waaaahhhhh!"  It was another one of those situations where I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  I'm laughing now as I'm replaying this episode in my mind to best articulate it for you...but at the time it was panic overload for all of us.

Luckily we escaped there rather harmlessly.  Besides the fact that I didn't find the paperwork I went in for...and as a side note...Autum made it to the 'big girl potty' in time. :)

Then...we headed to a few more places before heading home...I unloaded Blake...shooed him toward the door. Unloaded Leah and Autum and grabbed my bags, 2 gallons of milk, and my purse, to head inside. I get inside unload the groceries, put the bags away and realize only the 2 girl were inside...PANIC...where was Blake????

Leah said, "Oh, he said he wanted to stay outside."  Hmmmm, considering he is non-verbal at this point in time, I hardly believe he said that...but outside I went to search for him.  He was not in his usual spots so my heart began to pound breath got shouting louder.  I ran to the front yard, back through the house, to the back yard...back to the Blake in sight!  I yelled and yelled.  And pretty soon, I catch a glimpse of him walking beside the street back toward the house, about 3 houses down.  My mind raced from relief, to panic, to fear, to anger, to sadness, to guilt...and back again.  I would like to think this was it for today...but he escaped again, through the backyard while I was cleaning up lunch and headed down the alley before I noticed.  Seriously maybe 5 minutes was all it took...UGH!!  (we are now investing in door alarms because Leah can't remember to keep the doors shut and locked--which was never a problem while she was in school) 

Autum practicing her rope climbing skills at the CrossFit Memorial Day Hero Workout: Murph

This picture kills me because I was just finishing one of the most difficult Hero WOD's in CrossFit called Murph...we did it on Memorial Day in honor of our soldiers.  The workout is: Run 1 mile, 100 pull ups, 200 push ups, 300 squats, Run 1 mile.  This was the end of my last mile and I was almost ready to walk when Leah greets me at the street and asks, "Did you stop at Wendy's, or what??  You are running slow...almost in last place! Geez, Mom!"

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