Monday, January 21, 2008
A couple of weeks ago I enthusiastically undertook the project of going out with the kids to the mall by myself to meet a friend. I didn't know how the double stroller (aka the "dorkmobile"--- just add some wood paneling and bumper sticker that says "We Heart Our Little Ones!") folded and unfolded. I had asked Colin to either show me (he has done it many times) before he left for work or to leave the manual out. He obliged me by doing neither. So I was running late to meet my friend at the mall and I had two kids in the car when I decided to learn the stroller. It took me forever. There was much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth. And possibly some obscenities (no, never). And possibly some text messages sent to Colin thanking him for NOT HELPING ME WITH THE ONE THING I ASKED! or something of that general nature.