Saved by the belles

So this week has been super-crappy weather-wise AGAIN. Let me just do a little mathematical re-cap of our “spring” for you here in Dayton, OH.

6 weeks of rain

+

1 week of near-90s hellish humidity

+

1 more week of rain

=

I’m abouttofleepingjumpoffaBRIDGE.

Yesterday morning it was NOT raining, and I was all, “oh if it stays like this we are going to the PARK when Joshua gets home.”

Such a fool. Such a little FOOL.  It was raining by about 2.

So my suicide prevention scheme was to head to the mall play place as soon as he got home.  I packed up those kids, threw ’em in the van, and we headed to the mall.

{Robin Sparkles break. C’mon Jessica, c’mon Tori…let’s go to the mall, you wont. be. soar-y!}

My stir crazy children went crazy at the play place.

Sophie ran up to every kid there saying “Hi, I’m Sophie (or Sophia, she was using alter egos apparently). What’s your name?”  and she was STALKING the babies and toddlers in the place. “Mom, I found a BABY!”  Um…Sophie you may NOT PICK UP THE BABY!  Oy.

Joshua on the other hand, was climbing atop anything climbable and jumping off as FAR as he could, causing me to shout again, “WATCH OUT FOR THE BABIES!”  Strrresss.  Maybe I should have stayed at home!?

After I got my kiddos away from the little ones (my own baby was safe in his stroller, thank goodness!), who do I see strolling by but my favorite (ok, I only have one but I L-O-V-E her) OB-GYN, Dr. P.  So I flagged her down so she could see my big kids since she hasn’t seen them since they were, oh…a few minutes old.

Joshua stared at her mutely while I introduced him while Sophie piped up with “Hi! I’m Sophia!” as snot dripped freeeely from her nose.  Look, Dr P., look!  Look at these beautiful babies you brought into this world!

*Sigh*. Sophie’s nose, which had been stuffy for days, had all of a sudden became a ginormous runny mess!  SO here she is sticking her face in all the toddlers’ faces, while I am trying to talk to my girl crush Dr. P., and of cooouuuurse I have nary a tissue.  I start digging frantically through my purse to try and find a tissue before Sophie’s snot reaches her chin, but I just switched purses and all I could come up with was a clean pair of Sophie’s old purple socks.

So I had her blow her nose into the socks.  Repeatedly.

I am sure everyone in the play place was regarding me with horror, but then, a Knight in Shining Armor came through to save me.

Or rather, a large tattooed woman in a  “I Heart my big Ta-Ta’s” t-shirt strolled into the play place and made me and my snotty socks look not so shabby, after all.

Thanks lady!  Or should I say, girls?

You three really did me a solid!