RT and I took Sweet Stuff and Sunshine shopping last night in order to fill a Thanksgiving basket for a family in need.Â I left immediately after work to pick them up from daycare, and then we met RT at Chick Filet for dinner (the girls choice).Â The food was horrible, and after “eating” (which I put in quotation marks because they really ate very little), the girls played in the indoor play area.Â Big mistake.Â For about fifteen minutes, they had a grand time.Â Then Sweet Stuff hurt her elbow.Â Of course she hurt her elbow when they were on the very top of the play area at that time – which (shame on Chick Filet!) is totally out of sight of anyone on the floor.Â I couldn’t see her,and all ll I could hear was a pitiful voice crying, “I want my Grandma Carol.”
I MUST boast that I did START up to get her, but I quickly realized that the play equipment was not meant for 57-year old grandmothers.Â The only way up was through a child-size labyrinth of ledges and tunnels – which I was not at all sure I could navigate.Â I could envision the evening news filming a rescue crewÂ as they worked to un-stickÂ me.Â Luckily, a junior high girl named Olivia came to the rescue and climbed up for me and helped Sweet Stuff down.Â All was well quickly although Sweet Stuff declared she would NEVER play on the Chick Filet playground again.Â Just as well, I don’t plan to ever eat there again.Â Did I mention the food was terrible and part of the play equipment was not visible?
Then it was off to shop.Â Oh.Â My. Goodness.Â There is a reason thatÂ young womenÂ are the ones who have babies.Â Shopping with Sweet Stuff and Sunshine was fun, but tiring.Â Â Three and five years old girls have strong opinions about exactly which products should go into a Thanksgiving basket, and each of them knew which products they wanted to add to the shopping cart.
RT and I were exhausted by the time we took them home an hour or so later.Â We actually got to their house a little before their mama and daddy got home from eating out.Â (Were we just a tadÂ eager to say good night?) Â So we waited in the car.Â I mistakenly (as it turned out) told them they could get out of their car seats and climb up in the front seat with me as we waited in the parked card in the driveway.Â As Sunshine climbed over the seat, she knocked over my diet coke which was safely (I thought) sitting in the cupholder next to me – spilling a full 16-ounce cup of diet coke onto the front leather seats where it collected nicely – ice and all.Â Luckily I had a t-shirt in my gym bag in the trunk – and I used that to clean it up.
I have to admit, though, thatÂ before thinking of the t-shirt and getting it cleaned up, I said a very un-grandmotherly word when I first saw the diet coke pooled on the seats and dripping onto the carpet.Â I apologized profusely (which probably made them remember it even more), and I felt plenty of guilt for myÂ fall fromÂ being a good role model.Â
I just hope Sweet Stuff doesn’t imitate Grandma Carol the next time she gets upset about something at school.Â As a teacher, I know how teachers can tsk tsk tsk and murmur “Where did that child learn such language?!” when students say such things at school.Â And of course Sweet Stuff would tell them she learned that word from Grandma Carol who just happens to be a teacher in that same school system.Â Ughhhhhhhhhhh!