milky marathon of madness

This morning I woke up to an air raid siren from the bottom of my stairs. It took me a minute to wake up and remember where I was and that I indeed had birthed not one but two tiny minions ad that it was probably one of them that was making such a racket. The toddler had figured out the child lock on his bedroom door. Ninety percent of the adults that visit our house can not figure out how to work these stupid doorknob covers but at nearly three years old the toddler has got it down. After scrounging around the bedroom floor for a pair of pants (my father-in-law is staying with us so clothes are mandatory at least for the adults), I bounded down the stairs and scooped up the quivering ball of mucous I fondly call my son. We made it all the way upstairs and into my room before the baby woke up crying. Despite my best efforts it was time for the day to begin.

The toddler demanded chocolate milk and the baby was yelling for her "baba". I dragged my sleep deprived butt to the fridge, if only I can get the milk sorted I might be able to make a cup of coffee so I could fully wake up. Ah glorious coffee, life blood of parents around the world. That sweet universal language of caffeine. I felt renewed with this promise of sustenance and with a sudden surge of adrenaline driven strength I tore open the fridge door....

Devastation! That is the only word I can think of to describe how I felt at discovering the empty milk container. Not even enough to pour in a cup of coffee. In an act of desperation I checked the freezer for a long forgotten bag of pumped breast milk. There was none. A new plan, a walk to the corner store.

I pulled the wagon out of the garage, loaded the baby and diaper bag in it. Strapped the dog around my waist and battled the toddler out the door. Forty-five minutes and three hundred dandelions in my pocket later we made it the three blocks to the store. I battled the wagon inside and managed to buy milk, bananas, and some candy so the toddler might ride in the wagon on the way home. It was wishful thinking he had to walk and examine every rock.

It was fine we made it home. The walk was kind of enjoyable, it was warm out and the kids were happy. Once we got inside and settled Isaac declared he was absolutely starving and needed and peanut butter/banana sandwich. I was so happy, this was an easy thing to make, both kids would eat it, and I had just bought bananas. That is when I discovered we were out of bread....