The other night I was desperate to get out of the house. Me and the kiddos been home for several days with colds and I just couldn't take it anymore. So, Walter and I packed up the fam for an outing. The plan was to go to the mall to walk around, let X play, then get dinner. Everything takes longer these days so we got out the door later than expected after X's nap. Oh, and we can't forget our mondo double stroller too!
We get to the mall and it's JAM PACKED with people. It's a good thing Walter was with me because had I been by myself I could have never let X out of the stroller to play. The playland was swarming with kids and it would have been impossible to keep an eye on him, the stroller, and Wesley. So we took the divide and conquer approach and Walter followed X around while I sat in the corner on the floor next to the stroller (yeah, real comfy!) and fed Wesley. While I was sitting there I made a friend. A little boy (probably 3 or 4 years old) came up to me and was fascinated as to why I had a little baby under a cover on my lap. I tried to explain without details that I was feeding the baby. He seemed to accept my answer, but really wanted me to adjust the cover so that the baby's feet were "hiding too". Kids are so funny!
Once X was finished playing we went for diaper changes before dinner. Well, it's 2 diaper changes now days and wouldn't ya know we got stuck in line for the changing table behind someone that clearly had a blowout. So we waited...and waited...and waited for our turn.
We finally made it over to Johnny Rockets to get a burger. It was already getting late so we were trying to hurry. Then we encountered the slowest service EVER! They sat us and then it took 10 minutes for someone to acknowledge us, another 1o minutes to get a glass of water, and after 30 minutes of being there all we had was Walter's shake. X was getting tired after running around like a crazy person on the playland for so long and went into a meltdown at the table with continuous crying. I took him out of the restaurant for a few minutes but it was clear that despite my best efforts he was not going to settle down and go sit back at the table. So, we had to cut and run. Yep, cancel our order waitress, we're draggin this cryin kid outta here! I tried to pay for the shake but the waitress said just to go because she knew the wait had been longer than it should have.
Since it was now after 7pm and we still hadn't eaten dinner, we just walked over to the food court and got a slice of barely warm, no good, pizza. Yuck! Thankfully X quit his crying (but then Wesley started!) long enough to eat some pizza and applesauce and we headed home. Oh yeah, and BOTH kids cried almost all the way home too.
Going out just isn't what it used to be......