Stroller snafu

Since we are moving into the country soonish, hopefully - still waiting to hear back from the seller about our latest and greatest addendum to our sales contract - I've been trying to savor every moment we have left of being walking distance to places.

So we walked up to the gas station for slushies.

It was a great idea, really.

R thought so.

I pulled out the double stroller, I hate that thing, and went because he wanted to.

It was about a 20 minute walk, I told him it was far, but he said "dude, I'm a stud, don't be so silly!"

and I listened to said stud, and buckled my babies in.  After about 15 minutes he was asking to ride in the stroller - he was at preschool that morning and they had gym and went outside = tired kiddo.

I told him just a bit further.

We finally made it, with a prized blue slushie in hand I figured there would be no gripping on the walk home.

I was wrong.

With about 8 blocks to go it was Loprinzi melt down central.  K dropped his slushie, it exploded all over the 85 degree pavement, along with his temper.  J decided she was absolutely tired of being in the stroller, and R decided he "absolutely can't take another step" or he'd die.

So I whipped out the sling, strapped J on my back, put R in J's stroller seat, left the litter of the exploded blue slushie in the street, and started running.

We looked crazy.

as in tiny mama with a kid strapped to her back, pushing stroller of fussy screaming boys (one tired, one pissed cause his slushie was all gone - "Go get it mom, go get it quease."

So instead of walking, I started running.  I pictured J's head sloshing around with the stride of my step, but as soon as I heard her giggles I knew the pace was just fine for her tiny head.

J's fussing turned into giggles, K forgot about his slushie snafu, and R was just happy to be in the stroller.

I was smiling - my kids were happy AND I was getting a work out.  Just when I thought this trip wasn't a total bust, the front wheel of the stroller fell off.

I just sat on the curb and laughed, and then all three kids followed suite.

R pretended to be Handy Manny for us, asking K to hand me a wrench (all pretend of course) and started singing "lets get going, and fix it right, twist and turn, make it tight.."

Alas there was no wrench needed.  Just a little balance and some muscle.

I bent over with J still on my back, attempting to hold the stroller of boys upright, swore under my breath as my finger got pinched, and put the darn wheel back into place.

Mamas gotta do, what mamas gotta do.

Soon we were back strollin' in no time.

Perhaps not one of the greatest ventures out, but memorable.

At least I got a good nap/quiet time outta all three :).