I really don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
You see, I just drove 45 miles for McDonald’s Happy Meals. Not on purpose, mind you, but things don’t always go as planned.
Picture this ~~
We were on our way to hang out with our play group (which is really just an excuse for my girl friends and I to get together with our kids). My sister came over yesterday just to help me get some things done, so I had time to hang out with them, even though I have so much going on this week. We planned to make some fun marble magnets with the kids. I was excited.
I now recall Josh mentioning that his tummy hurt and he was tired… I figured he was hungry. The plan was to meet at noon, but because it’s a 35 minute drive I figured I would feed the kids as we got close. So, I pulled in to McDonald’s, just before crossing the river, less than 10 minutes from Sandy’s house. Now, McDonald’s isn’t our favorite fast food place, but there weren’t many options without going out of our way.
As I was ordering five Happy Meals – “four with McNuggets, fries, and chocolate milk (all for boys), and one cheeseburger, with fries and chocolate milk (for a girl. Wait, that has to be plain – only meat and cheese in the bun)” – I heard yells like mad men from the back seat…
“MOooooM, I’m sick!”
Now, imagine hearing all of that while trying to order.
“Okay, just a second sir…… (hold tight back there, guys!) Make that only 3 McNugget meals.”
“No. I mean, yes. I want the cheeseburger (plain), but only 3 McNugget meals.”
The nice guy at the McDonald’s window had to flag me down, because I drove right past him, even after he told me to pull up to the first window to pay. I apologized and said I’m “having issues with my kids.” He took one look at my children-filled Yukon (after hearing everything that went down just minutes before) and said, “Yeah, looks like you have a car-full of trouble.”
I don’t usually feel like that. Today I do.
I did my best to clean up the mess in the back seat. I ran out of wipes. Josh had to strip down to his boxers, so he started crying. Ethan, luckily, had a clean shirt in the truck. Noah woke up.
We turned around and came home. So close to fun; so not happening.
“Mama, Mama, Mama,” was all we heard on the way home.
Okay so, we’re home. But, of course, this episode of “Ray and Chris, Plus Six” isn’t over.
I was helping Josh in the tub, and Noah got a hold of Julia’s chocolate milk and dumped it all over the front of himself. In the tub went Noah. Only I spaced and didn’t take his diaper off. Doh!
Now Josh is yelling at me, “I can’t find my paaaaants!”
Where is Calgon? I need to be taken away!