Staying home is HARD

Today was the Northwest Adoptive Family Association's annual conference. Although we had both wanted to attend, we didn't want to leave Lissi with anyone yet. Because I just completed my first week of work I *thought* that I would be dying to spend some time with the kids today.

The day started off wrong when I discovered that my anticipated Saturday morning walk plans were thwarted. Our double stroller is too big to get inside of the house so we lock it up in the carport. I realized there could be a problem as soon as I looked for the keys to the lock and saw they were not in their ususual spot. After checking several places I called Wink. He was already at the conference and apologized because the keys to the double stroller were in his pocket! I searched all over for a second key but couldn't find one. I decided I would be really upset if I missed this once a week opportunity so I put Cal in the single stroller and put Lissi on my back and we walked it. The back carrier starts to bother my stomache and butt after about 15 minutes. Since this walk is over 30 minutes each way (plus time in the store since we had Target shopping to do) I was rather uncomfortable.

We got to the mall and I was exhausted. I got my coffee and Cal got some playing in before he had to go to the bathroom. He, however, had left his shoes in the playarea. So we had to do a combo of me carrying one child and pushing the other in the stroller and having them both squish in the stroller seat. I was so frustrated by the end that I was about to lose it.

The walk home was again exhausting. It was made worse by a woman at Target asking me if I was sure my baby was okay (she was sleeping in the back carrier and I guess it looked like she couldn't breathe with her face up against the back carrier). I was nervous the whole walk home. I was tired and hungry and really had no patience to have Cal say "Why?" every single time I said anything OR he said anything. For example: Cal states, "There's an airplane." I reply, "Yes." He says, "Why?" Or he comments, "I'm looking at the airplane." I say, "Yes, you are." He asks, "Why?" Aaack! You can only hear that question a few times before you go crazy. Now try once a minute!

The kids both decided not to nap in the afternoon. Playing with each other in their beds and then crying seemed like a much better option to them both. Cal got up to tell me he needed to "Go peep" but wet his pants before we got to the bathroom. I was surprised since it's been more than a week since his last accident and he usually can stay dry at night. I'm not sure why he wet his pants when he was only 30 seconds from using the bathroom and he was fully awake. When Lissi DID go to bed (around 4pm) I was so emotionally drained that I couldn't understand anything that Cal was saying to me. It's probably for the best since he was probably just asking me "Why?" over and over. Wink finally got home around 5PM and then I watched tv and zonked my brain completely.

I have NO idea how he does it! As frustrated as I was that he had the keys to the stroller with him all day, I have to give him TONS of credit for taking care of the kids all day long by himself!