My First Trip Out. Alone. Just ME & the Ruggrats.

January 9th, 2013.

Does a doctor's appointment count?

I mean.... I wish I could sit here and tell you how two weeks post partum we climbed around at the little gym, licked our fingers after a yummy lunch at Panera, discovered dinosaurs at the children's museum, and somehow mustered in a park date with our neighbors from down the street. All while giggling, laughing, and loving on one another. Not to mention staying clean and fed with a bright smiling face.

So. You wouldn't have believed me, right?

Okay. So what we did do, which I believe is equally as noteworthy as the example above,was we were able to get up early as usual. Get showered. Get dressed {all three of us}, eat breakfast, and overall look presentable. I hate to even admit this, but I even had 20 minutes there where I was twiddling my thumbs saying to myself "Man. I wish this appointment was half an hour sooner. We are ready."

And we were. And I soooo didn't want to jinx this.

But alas, the time came and we headed out the door to the doctor's office. Which, today, happened to be the most packed it had ever been. But thankfully we were called right away.

Elliana listened. From start to finish. She was an absolute angel and I was just waiting for the moment that she would defy me, run away, throw a tantrum, or scream at the top of her lungs. That moment never happened.

And because the appointment went so well and smoothly, what did this mama do next? Well she decided to make a quick trip to the grocery store to grab a few things.

Quick.

Let me tell you though, I must have been a big fat OBVIOUS to viewers out there that this was my first time out with two. It took me a couple of trips around the car to figure out which side I wanted to go to first and which kid to get out first, and how to do so while maneuvering this giant vehicle that they call a grocery cart without jamming the other cars beside me.

I may have bumped the van. Maybe.

But alas, I figured it out. And we made it into the store. And out of the store {which is key}.

I didn't take a breath though until I pulled into the garage of our house. Got both kids out. Got the groceries out. Got everyone undressed {all twenty layers}. Grabbed a water. And then plopped myself on the couch while letting a big sigh of relief out.

We survived. We survived, and we lived to tell about it.

It. Wasn't too bad. This time.