How in the world...

Do people manage two kids and get anything done? I can't even imagine having 4 or 5. I start my day at 4:30 with Noah's first feeding, then I'm off and running. And don't even talking about adding things like Dr appt, grocery shopping, and walmart runs. Between pumping, feeding Noah, Isaac, and sometimes myself, dressing everyone, potty training, and making sure Isaac doesn't get into everything he is not suppose to and trying to keep a house somewhat clean, I can see how easy it would be to let Little Einsteins babysit him all day. Well this blog started with the propose in telling you about my day yesterday, and why I feel like this today.

Yesterday started as normal up at 4:30 to feed, then pump, then running, breakfast, shower and getting ready for they day. And we had to be out the door by 8:30am. My military ID was going to expire at the end of the month, so John made me an appt. to get it taken care of. Well with gas prices being what they are, and us living so far for EVERYTHING!!! I tried to get everything done in one trip (always have tried to do that, just never had such a bad day). So we were able to leave by 8:45 not to bad. First stop Walmart: Things of course were fine at first. With Isaac in the cart, Noah in the front pack we were off. We got almost all the things we needed, until we got to the nursing bra section of my list. Isaac decided as I was looking at clothes and such to get his own juice. I suddenly heard the juice bottle hit the ground and break, and then my feet and leg as well as all the clothes were soaking wet. As I tried to figure out where the hole was so I could stop the leaking I realized the bottle was crack and had hole every where. I tried to get the Walmart attendant's attention to get help cleaning up the mess, but she walked away. Then came back told me hold on, as she got on the PHONE!! Now picture this: Isaac in the cart screaming for juice which is all over the floor and ME, Noah in the front pack (making it hard to bend over) juice bottle in hand still leaking, and the walmart attendant on the phone saying yes, I'm fine, in pink, 3, 4 , and 5, I will leave it in the fitting rooms on hold. And me trying not to scream at her and cry at the same time. Finally after every last drop of the 36 ounces of juice had leaked onto the floor, she kindly got off the phone and came and helped me. Now that I stood there for 10 mins waiting for help. After getting everything that I needed I went to check out, went to pay, had that, but no ID (it was in the car I knew right where it was!!) The check-out lady just wanted my ID, I showed her every credit card in my wallet they all had the same name on it. I promise I am SHARI K WARD. I promise!! (Just I side note I am glad she asked for ID, since no one there EVER seems too, but the one time I didn't have it GRRR!!) Well finally she let me go cause one of my credit cards was signed. Well if I had had my ID the next part of my day would never of happened. So out to the car, next stop a 10:20 appt in Pearl Harbor for my ID. It is 10am at this point. So I put Isaac in the car to "hang out" as I out Noah and the stuff in the car, as I look at my ID right where I left it. Ok everything is in the car and we are off to Pearl. We get there with a little speeding right at 10:20. I go to grab my ID from the center area, and wait, where is it? It was right here. I search under the seats, under the papers, in the dog box. I look everywhere. By this time the tears really being to flow, I know it was here. I saw it like 20 mins ago. As I search and cry Isaac screams "i drive" over and over again. I call John to see what I should do. (the PSD people really are strict on rules, being late, and no-shows) As he answers the phone I find my ID in the backseat under everything. John tells me to go anyway and see what they say. So I hang up and put my phone in my pocket. Get out Noah, then Isaac this time both in the wonderful stroller we bought. I get the diaper bag, the papers I needed to update info on Noah and to get my ID. I lock the car, double check my ID. OH NO!!!!!! Where did it go now, I just had it. I search my pockets, diaper bad, under the car, in the car. What the heck I JUST had it. And I am already 15 mins late. I start crying again!! Finally after 5 more mins of looking I find it at the bottom of the diaper bag. WHAT? and HOW? WHEN? where all running through my head. So I go to where I THOUGHT the ID place was, and nope its across the street. So I go there, wait in line and then get my ID, everything went fine in that department. BY now its 11am I am starving, so is Isaac and Noah. SO I call John to see if he wants to meet for lunch. So we have lunch. Isaac is so excited to see John which was nice. We feed everyone and then go drop off John back at work. Then off to the commissary for our weekly shopping. Isaac in the cart again, this time one of those rocket once that should keep him entertained right?!?! And Noah in the front pack again. I go to get the list out, and where is that. It was here, this is getting frustrating. I got back to the car to look for it. I had thrown it AWAY when I was looking for my ID. I feel like hitting myself in the head right about now. We get threw most of the commissary then Isaac gets bored wants his airplanes that had brought for him. Well then about 5 mins later he drops it and I just assumed that it fell in the bottom part and that we would get it later, but after Isaac whining "aipane" for 5 mins I decide to look for it in the basket, nope, not there. The previous isle, nope not there either. So i try to distract him with coins. He loves coins of any kind, but he wants to get them out of my purse by himself. Well I hate this cause then I have a trail of quarters, dime,and pennies all along the way. Well he doesn't like this so he then cries and whines for "coins" the rest of the commissary. OK lets go home, I go to check out, and I can't fit the cart throw the checkout line. The checkout lady INSISTS that it can fit. I try again and again. Now this is just actually comic relief at this point, cause it doesn't fit at all. So I have to take Isaac down and around. As we go out to the car Isaac still screaming, I get alittle ashamed of Isaac as a 5 or 6 yr old asks his dad why is that baby crying. By now I want to leave Isaac in the parking lot for the next unlucky shopper to find. By now its 2pm, 1 hr past Isaac's nap time, of course. I get him a drink, a diaper change, and take off his shoes, and let him sleep as we drive home. Well once we get home it's Noah's turn to be a bit demanding. As the ice cream melts Noah wants to be feed. So I rush around get stuff in the fridge and freezer and then feed him. By now I am completely exhausted and Noah and I fall sleep on the couch until John gets home. WOW!! what a day I know. And believe you me, one errand a day from now on. NO amount of gas it worth that day again. All in All there were a few cute moments like when Isaac turned around in the stroller to make Noah smile over and over again. And when Noah started to cry at the commissary, Isaac patted his back trying to comfort him. So there were some good things.