Things that Make you go Ugh. . .

Saturday is a day that I do not want to re-live soon. I would have much rather been skiing with my daughter, but, instead, I was trying to maintain my sanity on my 4th day of my husband not being home. It had already been a challenging week with a sick kid, and a broken washing machine. Not to mention the lack of cupcakes at the bakery. . .

So I decided it was a GOOD IDEA to take 3 kids to the MALL. (When is it EVER a good idea to take three kids to the mall?) However, I had 'ants in my pants' (see Amy's comment on Jaxonisms) and I wanted to return all of the clothes I had gotten for the kids for Easter and get different ones. (ok, so, I am a nut job, what is your point?) Anywho, other than me being extremely ornery, things were going ok, and the threats I had issued to the kids we working pretty well. i.e. Don't even THINK about mis-behaving, or we will NOT go to the playland...GOT IT!??? I got the outfits I wanted, we got lunch at Orange Julius, and we even got to see Abby's snowflake on the School District display. All in all, it was a pretty successful takethreekidstothemall kind of trip . . until . . .

We went to the playland. Now, you would probably think that is the best part of the trip! Especially since things had been going so well! Not if you have Jaxon for a son. :) Jaxon in a playland environment, is much like a water molecule in the microwave . . when he gets warm (excited) he starts bouncing around and running into other water molecules (kids) and eventually you get a boiling water (a collision).
(The blur in the red shirt, is Jaxon)

Fortunately, this collision involved his sister. Unfortunately, it involved her falling into a lady who was holding a two week old baby in her lap cradeling its head in her hand and almost knocking the baby clean on to the floor . . .and the lady shrieking in horror and disgust. HI!!! YEP!! THOSE WOULD BE MY KIDS! I know, it was an accident, but that didn't stop me from hauling Jaxon out of the play land for a time out while replaying the new mother shreiking in horror at the incident in my head. Just not the way I wanted to end my ohsofun week. Ugh. . .