Geting out of the house

Getting out of the house is quite a battle in the Riley household. This past Saturday I knew I was not going to be at the house all day. This snow was driving us nuts. My mother and I decided to make a day of it and take the boys shopping, to lunch, and everywhere until they screamed their heads off. Now to be gone all day you must do multiple things:

1. Morning Nap- usually around 10:00am. The boys must have this or they will be bears. When they wake up from this it is like a brand new morning. They are bright eyed...bushy tailed...and good for mama

2. Packing the Diaper bag. Now this is an art form. You have to remember formula and food. You have to bring bottles, bibs, spoons, snacks, and baby food. Then you pack diapers. Make sure you have enough..wipes...extra clothes...burp cloths...blankets...and the essential toys...The boys need entertainment if people watching becomes boring. Now this is a lot of one child...let alone two...so i have two diaper bags at this point... food bag and then the bag we carry in and out of places.

3. Car Seats...cleaned...adjusted and ready to hold children

4. Clean up the children-make em smell good...do their hair so they don't look like fuzz balls...change their clothes....wash their faces...

Now if you can do all this and remember to brush your teeth and put on clothes...you are successful.
So last Saturday...I did it...got em packed...out the door and by the projected time I told my mother. We went to lunch... the boys sat in highchairs and ate...they were perfect...we shopped and shopped...they sat like big boys in the Target carts...They were so excited... i was thinking to myself... a successful day...I remembered everything...since last time I had to buy bottles to feed them because i remembered it all but the bottles... then it happened...

My mother says to me..."Is your shirt inside out?"

Now this is being asked of me in the check out line at Target. We have been together for 6 hours at this point. We are at our last stop...going home...

I say..."No...of course not!" I reach to check my tag...and sure enough of this mother is wearing her shirt inside out...I just laugh to myself...my mom then asks

"aren't you going to the bathroom to switch it?" I tell her.."If i have made it this far then I can last the rest of the ride home."

I have to laugh to myself on this one...some would be mortified...but I am thinking...That was a successful day...I got out the door...remembered everything... my boys never cried... no puking...I had a great lunch and I found some good deals...now the least of my worries is my shirt being inside out...i find success just to be wearing a shirt.