Hi family, yes, I call the following story: "
this really happened"So, here's the rundown.
My phone broke. Literally...I was walking into the kitchen and my slippery hands dropped it.
So, now. Huge problem. It works..but I can't see the incoming callers. Umm, not good. Especially for me since I'm a self confessed screener.
And, to top it off, I can't see my numbers to call and therefore required me to open my phone, seek out the name and then memorize the contact number for 3 seconds. Trust me...a lot harder than it sounds.
So, day 2. Need Iphone. Call Verizon...get out of contract...and just take the jump.
In route to Mall to the Apple store 1 hour later post verizon call.
Lisa Allen takes the challenge and goes with me. Well..she was at my house, she didn't have a choice.
So..here's the "this really happened to me" story.
Now, this is where I say "this is my life". Jonathan (my beloved) says "you can go to the apple store but I'm not watching Hannah". Ugh..(sigh)
My life.
Luke is alseep. (for the next 2 hours mind you) And, he wants us to take Hannah. I'm seriously annoyed. This type of thing absolutely maddens me.
So, Hannah just had her bottle and me/Lisa leave out quickly because I know she's on a 3 hour window and I wanted to get back to feed her.
Ok. Get in car....fast. Drive to Mall.
Drive into the parking lot.
We hear Hannah go "grunt, grunt, grunt, grunt". Not good.
Smell and all.
At that very moment...I realize. Oh crap!! (edited version here) "I FORGOT HER DIAPER BAG LISA!".
Lisa is exasperated and repulsed by smell. Me..well, I'm freaking out on how to deal with this.
Immediately, we look in the backseat and realize there are LUKE SIZE diapers. Size 6. She's a size 3. OH GOOD! Manageable..right.
Then! I found a box of wipes in the backseat as well. YAY! The day is saved.
Get Hannah out of car seat, note: Happy baby....and smiling. And lay her down in the backseat to change the blowout.
Note again: Why is it that when you are on the go like this it's always the WORST POO EVER?! What's up with that moms?
Ok..back to point. Feeling excited we have it all and then I open the wipe box.
SOLID FROZEN WIPES. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!! HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN? Better yet...will this ever happen again in TEXAS?!! LOL! Unbelievable.
Lisa dies laughing and I'm freaking out.
Turn on car heater.
I scream at Lisa to tear some apart from the ice block and DE-THAW THEM at the vent. She complies.
30 minutes later!!! We get this mess cleaned up. Note..Happy baby still in a size 6 diaper now.
Remarkably, ONSIE JAMMY SET IN TACT.
So, then. I'm relieved but seriously need to wash my hands. I've got 3 DIAPERS that helped out with the the clean up + semi frozen wipes.
Lisa finds a chick-filet bag with old soiled fast food in my car and we put those diapers and bad diaper in the bag. Must find trash can.
Then, I sling Hannah because we didn't bring the stoller either. Again..this was supposed to be a 30minute gig in TOTAL!
We start out and hit the APPLE STORE 45 minutes later than anticipated.
Get there..Buy IPHONE (which is a dream BTW) and head out. (p.s. My apple clerk was named Stefon and about 20 years younger and seriously hot) GAWD?! What's wrong with me!?! I'm getting old.
Go to car. Open car door. VOOOOM. SMELL.
We FORGOT THE CHICK FILET BAG OF BAD POO DIAPERS IN THE CAR.
Note: Lisa is still repulsed and somewhat regurgitating.
I die laughing and hold my nose.
Confession: We littered. I couldn't take it anymore and Lisa threw it out of the car right in the Nordstroms parking lot. I'm so sorry the state of Texas and Nordstroms and potentially some poor random civilian. Please don't judge. It was the moment from hell at the moment and it was unbearable at the time in the car. Now I have this huge guilt. I hate litterbugs. Ugh. (sigh)
Drive home.
That's my "this really happened to me story".
I think all of us moms have this outer body baby experience at times. Seriously...could it be more unorganized and crazy messy!!!
The upside is that my baby girl was a dream. Thank you Lord for such a sweet natured child. We are blessed.
Much love blog family! LOVE YOU!
Andrea