I recently ran across this journal entry that I wrote after my first day out of the house with 2 kids. It was right before my 40 days and Ace had a dentist appt, which meant I was able to leave the house. It's pretty funny :)

Ok, so today was my first non-official day out with both kids. Ace had an appt with the kiddie dentist and I promised him he could get McDonald's pancakes for breakfast. It was 8:30 exactly, so I had about 45 minutes to spare.

We get to McDonald's and I unload them both from the car and immediately Ace notices that the McDonald's we came to today has no play area. (Good Job Mom, way to start the day) So I promise him we'll at least sit outside and eat. Note: It is the middle of August, so it's like 100 degrees out. I figure it's only 8:30 so maybe it's only somewhere in the high 80's, but to avoid an unwanted meltdown before the dentist, I promise him. So with diaper bag, 50 lb baby carrier (including baby) and toddler in tow, we proceed to the door.

We had to maneuver ourselves through the door being that we were about 3 people wide, and I had to hold the door with my elbow, the one with the carrier on it, push Ace in first and continue to enter sideways. The door closes, hitting the carrier and the once sleeping newborn is now awake. We get into line and I am rocking the carrier because my only hope of eating breakfast is to get Lucky back to sleep. Luckily by the time the guy in front of us is done complaining about his hashbrowns, the little guy is sound asleep. I order Ace's pancakes and chocolate milk and my sausage egg Mcmuffin and coffee. Should I order an orange juice? Ahh, why not?

Now we have another problem. The tray. Ok, so I tell Ace to hold his milk as I try to balance the tray with the arm my diaper bag is on. So off we go to the back of McDonald's to the door that leads to the patio area. Almost there. "Mommy this door's locked!" So I try to unlock the door with my other hand which is now balancing the carrier in the middle of my arm and feeling like it's going to break my elbow.

Then it happens............ The tray falls throwing breakfast all over the floor, in the wrappers of course so we're still gonna eat it McD's isn't cheap anymore :), then I realized that my orange juice is gone? But where is it? It's not on the floor. Oh wonderful there it is! Inside the carrier on top of my 6 week olds head! Great! He now has orange juice dripping down his face! Luckily it didn't open completely and was only dripping through the straw opening, orange juice was running down his face and all over his shirt. So some angel of a guy comes over to help the insane mother who never should have left the house this morning, salvage her breakfast so that her little boy (who we should mention has not breathed in between cries since this happened) can eat his pancakes that he is screaming are covered with nasty floor germs, (but really aren't because I already said nothing opened). So we get our food together and my orange juice. Thank God the coffee was the only thing that actually stayed on the tray. After good ole' Stella made a mint off of spilling McD's coffee, I assume they have some kind of mechanism to keep coffee cups balanced to avoid future lawsuits by people who can't hold their coffee. I decide at this point that I don't care to sit outside and sweat off my makeup anymore, so I make Ace sit at the table that is clearly marked handicap but I really couldn't care less at this point. Besides the lady next to me was sitting at a handicapped table too and looked a lot less impaired than us at this point.

We eat our breakfast somewhat pleasantly and then I take Ace into the bathroom to brush his teeth because I seriously doubt the dentist would let us come back if I bring my kid with mashed up pancakes in teeth to get his teeth cleaned. So in the bathroom I am putting toothpaste on his toothbrush while he discovers the water only comes out if you put your hand under the spout, so he's laughing while splashing water all over his shirt, so I smack his hand and he starts screaming crying again and at the top of his lungs he's asking me why I hit him. Now we all know how the bathrooms in McDonald's echo. So I'm pretty sure everyone outside thinks I'm in here beating my kid for making me drop my tray (which he didn't by the way) Great. So I start telling him to quiet down and brush his teeth, but he can't hear me. So I'm pleading with him to stop crying and brush his teeth because all I really want to do is get out of this McDonald's asap. So he's crying still and asking me why I'm so mean to him. So my heart breaks because I know I have been kind of edgy the past few weeks. No sleep will do that to you. So now I'm ready to cry, because he is my absolute sweetheart and now he thinks I'm replacing him with the new baby, who he is wonderful with, and I'm being mean to him. And we've been in here for over an hour for sure and we're going to be late and it took 3 months to get an appt and if I have to reschedule I'm going to be very upset! I mean, we must've been here for well over an hour. I'm sooo going to lose this appt!

So I'm hugging him and telling him how he's my baby forever, and I'm still ready to cry. So he finally starts brushing his teeth so that I can change the baby, still sleeping, out of his now yellow stained shirt.

We FINALLY finish and leave the bathroom and I feel like the whole restaurant is staring at us, which they probably were, but I made a break for that door and wasn't slowing down. We get to the car and I buckle them in. I get in and lean my head back. I glance at the clock: 9:03. I start laughing uncontrollably which makes Ace laugh uncontrollably. And the baby cry. We were only in there for a half hour. :)

I love being a Mom!

Just a note to new moms who may be experiencing similar...um, situations. It gets better! You won't cry everytime you think about leaving the house with two kids. But let me forewarn you-you will cry when it's time for preschool! :)