socks, stink, and seatbelts

Today I went to Fred Meyer to buy socks, for P.  They were buy one get one half off, I realized this at our local FM, but since it is college town, and the first week back at school, the sock section was wiped out.  This necessitated a 25 minute trip to the next FM.  I bought the socks, because P asked about socks again, and I got annoyed again.  Since he is so frugal and won't purchase anything for himself I just had to do it.  He seriously has 6 pairs of socks...not sure where they all go, we don't have a sock eating monster that lives in our dryer that I am aware of.  Anyway, I got the socks home, and as I was putting them in the wash - on hot in hopes that they will shrink - I realized that I bought the wrong ones.  He will wear them, and he will like it. 

Blegh.

Then on the way home K pooped, which made the car totally raunchy even with the windows rolled down.  The smell made me puke, in the diaper bag.  It was that or the car and well the diaper bag is totally replaceable so yeah.  Now I need a new diaper bag, and I really liked that one too!  In my more severe morning sickness days I'd keep a Ziploc bag handy for such occasion, but I found the spare on in the car too late.

Double blegh.

and when we were about 3 minutes away from home R says "MOM I"M NOT ALL THE WAY BUCKLED" in this screaming, frantic, like I'm going to die in a second voice.  And I am going to have another little one to worry about buckling in come March...I think I need a post-it memo on my dash board that says - BUCKLE YOUR KIDS IN YOU IDIOT!  So I failed, as a safety provider to my kid.  Good thing it was a smooth, yet stinky, car ride home.

Triple blegh.

Then when we were getting out of the car, I opened R's door, got his partially buckled seat belt un-buckled, and told him to sit tight so I could go get a screaming, stinky K out of his car seat.  Instead of waiting, R proceeded to try and get out of the car.  I say "try" because he somehow managed to fall out of the car.  How, I am not sure because I was getting K out.  Holy smokes we need a minivan!  So I had a screaming almost 4 year old on one hip, a stinky, screaming baby on the other, and a pregnant belly peeking out from my too small shirt I put on this morning.  What a hot mess.  Thankfully R was not hurt, just scared.

But the boys were mega cute at FM in the race car shopping cart.  Of course I didn't have my camera to capture the cuteness, but I have a mental memory of it.

and now it is "quiet time" around here.  K is taking his afternoon nap, and R is watching some brainless 30 minute TV show.