The Adventures of Wonder Woman

I should change the title of my blog. I AM Wonder Woman. Having three kids is giving me so many Skills.

I took the kids to a wedding reception tonight. This is what they look like loaded into my car (we never take pictures of mundane stuff like this, and this is what will be the most interesting to our great great grandchildren!)



Ellie is so adorable with her big wide eyes...



Anyway, I digress. I was getting to the Wonder Woman story. But first, two pictures taken on the grass outside the wedding reception:



So after the wedding reception we had to go to Home Depot to buy this mulch stuff for my garden. Jared's going to rent a tiller tomorrow and I want this stuff tilled in, lots of it. Eight bags worth. Big heavy bags. So, how do you get 8 big heavy bags of dirty stuff from Home Depot when you're wearing dressy clothes and have three small children with you? Plan A was to get someone to help me. I loaded the kids into a cart and wheeled them over to the mulch and looked for help. There was an employee, but he was very busy helping some guy load a big bunch of bricks. So I went to the front of the Home and Garden Dept and asked the lady there. She said she couldn't help, but she would get someone-- she radioed Michael. Then she left. I waited and waited, no Michael. Kids are getting wiggly. I need this mulch, and I need it tonight. Hmmmm... I'm going to have to do this myself. Time for Plan Q (Plan Q always saves the day.) I took the kids back outside to the front of the store (long walk) and found one of those flatbed carts. I set Ellie in her car seat on the flat bed (not exactly secure, but I was desperate). I herded the boys back through the store and over to the mulch. (Sam was on a leash or this never would've worked). I set Ellie on the floor by the mulch, then loaded my bags onto the flatbed. But now what to do with Ellie? I wasn't going to balance her on top of the mulch. I had to carry her carseat (heavy!) sort of half-balanced on the bar of the cart while pushing the cart (heavy!) and herding the boys to the checkout,("Joey, stay where I can see you, Sam, THIS way!") where there was a long line, of course. ("Sam, don't touch that! Joey, stay where I can see you! Oh Eleanor, you adorable smiley sweet little girl!") Then out to the car, load everyone in, load the mulch in the trunk. My shirt was totally filthy, but I had what I needed and I hadn't lost or injured any of my kids. Made me feel like Wonder Woman.