I have so many thoughts running through my head tonight. I can't keep them all straight. The boys have had diarrhea all day. My morning started out with Maxton having poop up to the collar of his shirt. Yay, fun. But really it wasn't too bad and he had so much fun playing in the tub without an older brother in there to pester (he starts most of the fights) that it was almost worth it. Xander had a touch of it too, but it seems like Maxton gets all sicknesses worse. Xander also ended up with a solo bath this morning. I’m out of quarters for the laundry mat, so I rinsed their poopy clothes in the toilet and put them in a plastic tupperware container. My bathroom is disgusting, but I have no other choice at the moment.
We had to go grocery shopping. David was at work all day and then he had to go move pianos this evening (he was only home for an hour, but it’s his last day! Hurray! Still don’t know what we’re going to do for $, but oh well) and we had no milk. The only things left in the fridge were eggs and tortillas, and I don’t like breakfast burritos. We were even all out of milk. They were pretty good at the store. They usually are. I took one of the carts with the two seats in the front and Maxton was buckled in. If Xander is good about following me, he’s allowed to walk. Anyway, I was trying to get them involved by letting them put things in the car. It’s a good thing Maxton has a good throwing arm. He was chucking boxes of Mac and Cheese, yogurt, and all sorts of other unbreakable foodstuffs into the cart from his buckled-in position. We got lots of smiles from people watching. The bread was tucked up under the seat to prevent any smashing (actually, I think bread is in more danger from the checkout clerks than from the boys. The last two times I went, the person ringing me up actually grabbed the bread in the middle. And smooshed it. And it was two different stores. Maybe they’re in a bread-mushing club for checkout clerks, who knows).
Getting home was the worst. I got Xander out of the van, and he was on his way up to the apartment. With Maxton, I made the mistake of letting out of his car seat but not out of the van. I gathered the bags on my arms, grabbed the milk (luckily there was only one gallon, not our usually 6), and tried to convince him out of the driver’s seat. He started to throw a fit and fell off the seat into the space between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat. Just then, an angel of mercy rescued me (there was no way I could get Maxton out with all the groceries I was carrying). A very nice girl stopped, laid her mail on the grass and asked if I needed help. She picked up Maxton and set him down on the sidewalk. I told her we were alright from there, but when Maxton saw that I wasn’t able to carry him, he went over to the girl and very solemnly took her finger. It was one of the sweetest, most trusting things I’ve seen in a while. She helped us up the two flights of stairs. I really think I might have lost it if not for her. I’m crying thinking about it right now. I love that people will see a need and offer to help.