Wednesdays are always crazy busy for us. My oldest has school from 9AM to noon, then we usually meet my husband for lunch at that evil empire known as McDonald’s. Get home from there, and turn around an hour later to go to occupational therapy. (The OT is for my oldest son who has Sensory Integration Dysfunction.) That lasts an hour, then we come home and try to play outside until the daddy comes home from work. It seems like every time I sit down on Wednesday, I have to get back up right away and go somewhere.
Today, I have the added joy of needing to go grocery shopping. We are out of everything and if I don’t go, it’s going to be ketchup soup for us at every meal. Except I think we’re even out of ketchup. Typically I avoid the grocery store or wait until I can go alone. The husband is pretty good about getting groceries on his way home since he has to drive right by there, but lately he’s been just getting what we need for dinner or breakfast the next morning. It’s impossible to take both kids by myself. We always leave with somebody in tears (occasionally me) and it’s just more drama than I can handle most days. But desperate times call for desperate measures and I’m going to venture into the store alone, with both kids, on the way home from OT. God help me.
And now I must hit the shower because inevitably I will see someone I know if I go out looking like this.
