It was just after BSF last Wednesday, we stopped by the park where everyone was going with their lunches to play, then we were going to meet daddy at Costco for a quick lunch of our own and get some necessities: all our food. Maria was in school, and we just had the boys. Their nap time is around 12:30 which we are usually home prior to, with a small window of a few minutes before and after that time, otherwise it is quick destruction.
Andrew was going to be late, so we got gas, the minutes ticking away, it was noon. We were pushing it, but it was too late now to do anything differently. We went in, washed hands, ordered cheap food, and started shopping. All of a sudden the boys were whining, they wanted down, they wanted everything and nothing at the same time, their hands started having magnets to each other in a harming kind of way. We were pushing a heavy cart to the sound track of whining which in many ways was our own fault. Andrew unbuckled them and let them get down, because he forgot they were crazy.
It was 1pm.
I panicked, we had to gooooooooo.
There are no words to describe the pure necessity, the critical, pivotal meaning of naps. My heart started pounding, 1pm? It was go time, I looked at our full cart to my right, and the two boys who had hidden inside of some sort of wicker pool storage for sale to my left. Being a kind, supportive type of wife, I pointed my finger towards the front of the store, “Go, line, pay,” and turned my eyes towards the boys.
“Go! Go guys, go find daddy, who can find him first, run, go, run, let’s go, time to run, get going.” I figure the longer I am talking about the one thing I need them to do, the less likely they will talk about reasons why not and follow my waving hands towards the cart rolling towards the front, past all the people congregating at the sample tables elbowing each other.
Finley starts climbing out of the pool storage.
Elijah bends his knees… “I hav’ta go potty!” which is Elijah speak for we have about 3o seconds to get him to a bathroom.
“Let’s go,” and I start walking down the aisle towards the big, high traffic aisle, Andrew hopefully in a line by not, Finley running towards him just in front of me. We had to run or all hope would be lost, and the boys would be a flailing mess, we had only seen the prelude.
I look over my shoulder, Elijah had a smile–and wet pants.
He climbed out of the fun new pool storage. He’s not a big pee-er, it’s probably just on his pants, I kept walking, about to turn onto the main aisle. I see Finley up ahead, my walking is making Elijah run to catch up to me from behind. I look back at Elijah just before I turn the corner towards the front of the store, which is when I see something.
Roll out of the bottom of Elijah’s pant leg.
He is about 25 feet behind me.
He doesn’t stop running, it’s about 10 feet behind him now.
I hear Finley crying for me just ahead of me, because now it’s 1:10 and they are loosing it.
Elijah catches up to me, smile on his face, ready to go. Andrew is way up ahead in line, trying to check out…
I hadn’t stopped walking, I had turned the corner while I was slowly realizing what I had seen. We are surrounded by carts and people, now blocking the pool fun aisle. Elijah runs ahead to catch up to Finley and Andrew. My purse is far ahead, in the cart that is mostly unloaded….
I see the boys running ahead of me to catch up to Andrew, the aisle now 10 feet behind me.
What would you do?