Oh the Sweet Joy

Our Library does a wonderful thing, you get to reserve the books you want to pick up online, and the library will find the book and place it on a shelf right by the front door for you. They then call you and let you know when you get to pick it up. Last night I got the call and decided I would pick up my new books when I was out running errands with the boys in the morning.

Since the books where right by the front door, already found for me, I decided to venture into the library with three kids, without a stroller, armed with only my library card and keys and 15 minute on a meter outside. I was mad at myself when I dropped the quarter in the meter because I thought there is no way I will use the whole 15 minutes, I am just running in and out.

As I searched for my four books, on the shelves right by the front door, I realized they placed them on the overstock shelf because I picked so many books. I was quickly trying to find the other shelf, since I had a two-year-old not belted down in his stroller and a 25-pound baby weight in my arms, but I ran into a friend from church and got distracted talking for a bit.

My talking was just long enough for Isaac to take off down a hallway. I said good-bye and went in search of the two year old. Only to find him in the men’s bathroom, calling, “Mama, I did poop poos,” at the top of his lungs. I opened the door, whats a girl to do, and found him with his pants down, his diaper down, and poop hanging there.

I quickly ran him into the girl’s bathroom, with the baby weight still in arms, and found a way to hold a baby and wipe Isaac’s bottom without laying him down on the public bathroom floor. Then the problem arose, since I was only armed with my library card and my car keys I was diaper less. Therefore, I proudly pulled up his pants and let him go commando.

I finally got my books and was checking out when a woman behind me said, “Um, ma' am, (yep that’s right I got a ma'am, no more misses for me) your son.” I turned around to see Isaac with his pants down flashing everyone. The sweet joy.

We then left the library, jaywalked to our car, which had by now passed the 15 minute time limit on my meter and loaded everyone up to go home. I thankfully had a diaper in my purse and while I was putting it on Isaac, who should drive by and notice my over the time limit meter, but a cop. I looked at him with begging eyes and he just drove right on by, the best thing to happen in the last 20 minutes.