Saturday, July 10, 2010

A little fit

Today was a wonderful day. One of those days that makes you realize life is SO good. But, of course, it didn't go off without a hitch. Getting all four of us out of the house to run errands always takes longer than it should. Why is it so hard to get two children and all their stuff to the car? It seems like we have to take everything we own. To be prepared for any situation that might arise. So, I was trying to get all of the diapers, extra clothes, baby food, pull-ups, wipes and strollers into the car.

I realized the double stroller was in the garage, in front of my husband's car. He and the kids were already strapped in the car and I wanted his opinion about whether it was worth getting it out. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: Do you think we need the double stroller? Because it is in front of your car.

Him: I don't care it's up to you.

Me: (As I am trying to stuff things in the diaper bag) Damn it! (This comment had nothing to do with the stroller)

I went into the garage and got the stroller by taking it in the house and around through the front door because that was easier than moving my husband's car. As I come out of the front door our conversation continues.

Him: What are you doing? I could have moved the car. I didn't know you were getting it.

Me: You said I could decide, and you saw me walking to the garage.

Him: Why are you throwing a fit?

Me: I'm not throwing a fit. It was just easier to take the stroller through the house.

Him: You said, "Damn it!"

Me: I know. That had nothing to do with the stroller.

Conversation over. I put the stroller in the car and got in.

Daughter: You throwing a fit, Mommy?

Wow. Called out by my daughter. But truthfully I wasn't throwing a fit. "No, honey. It was just a misunderstanding between Mommy and Daddy"

Daughter: Oh, Daddy wanted to do it himself.

What a very observant child. Just proves that we really have to be careful what we say and do around her. And that maybe I was throwing just a little bit of a fit.

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