Rick and my 9-year-old daughter Dylan went to New York this weekend.
I was left with 6-year-old Summer, the 3-year-old twins and 6-month-old Cash.
That sounds fair, right?
While Dylan hung out in NY with her very best friend in the entire world, Rick went to a Giants game with his buddies. And since they would be drinking, they arranged for transportation.
I have no idea why they rented just an enormous bus. I can only assume they thought they might run into the Radio City Rockettes who would obviously ask them for a lift home.
Meanwhile, I was dealing with this transportation…
Have your kids ever convinced you to use one of these bus like shopping carts? The thing has zero turning radius and barely moves. I took out an entire Triscuit display before I had even started my shopping.
As we went down the aisles, I just kept shouting, “Watch out everyone! I’ve got no control over this cart!! It could go rogue at any moment.” It really is the Sarah Palin of shopping transportation.
Somehow I managed to get through my grocery list. It cost me way more because I was in a total frenzy with all the kids. 3-year-old Chase kept asking me, “Is my swim lesson today?” One time would have been fine. 40 times was a bit excessive.
Summer wanted Ruffles and Pringles which I explained was completely unnecessary because they are pretty much the exact same foods. She explained how they are completely different. Something about the ridges. I told her to put one back. She did but I somehow ended up buying both.
Later, she packed both in her lunch. Along with a bagel.
Chase is also getting a lot of nutrition these days because he ate three packets of butter with a butter knife while I was eating at a restaurant with the kids. I pretended not to notice because I really wanted to finish my salad.