Six pumpkin patches. Four corn mazes. Three fall festivals. Fifteen carnival rides.
Three visits to Carowinds fall event. One visit to Scarowinds. Five birthday parties attended. Two birthday parties given. One night of boo at the zoo. Three nights of trick or treating. Horses ridden,
apples picked, petting zoo animals petted. Thirteen pumpkins either craved or painted littering the
front porch. Is anyone else tired reading this?
October is coming to an end tonight, and sadness is not ensuing. I am worn out. We have loved every minute of our wild and crazy activities but I am tired. Each event was saddled with new
challenges as an outnumbered parent. The boys are growing and with that their wants and needs are growing too. They want bigger pumpkins this year; this makes complete sense to me. I do not care what size pumpkins I pay for. The challenge however comes in who’s going to carry these round gigantic things to the car? We waltz through the pumpkin patch expertly seeking just the right ones. Lucas wants a green pumpkin (I believe that means its not ripe, but why argue), I want a white one because I think they are different and Reed demands one the size of him.
All sounds good and well right? Many of these patches we've attended come equipped with wagons. Of course the day I agree to pay for the pumpkins no wagons can be found. You get the pumpkins on the hay ride and then travel back to the play area, not really in the vicinity of the car.
Hmmm, hauling them to the car... I hadn't thought this all the way through.
We have just spent thirty minutes wondering trough this beautiful field, but we are going to pass on purchasing their perfectly chosen pumpkins because I can't ,make it to the car? Nope, not this mom.
Somehow I manage to get my co-parent Lucas, yes I know how wrong this is, to carry one and I carry two. Crisis averted.
For your cooperation and assistance I give in and decide to purchase snow cones, especially since our fall weather hasn't really gone "fall" and it feels like July heat out here.
I buy two snow cones, and we go sit down to have a breather. As proud as I am of
accomplishing potty training with the youngest, all I want is a damn pull-up when he jumps up yelling he has to pee. What to do? Another conundrum today.
I leave Lucas under the shelter and run Reed the other way. I swear I thought this lady was going to say something to me. I almost dared her. The heat coupled with juggling the pumpkins to the car
and now juggling two snow cones and the potty dance had me on edge.
I understand it's not the safest thing. I understand I should have dragged both boys with two
snow cones to the bathroom and figured it all out but I simply couldn't. I thought about taking Reed to the side and having him pee right there in the woods where I could keep my eyes on both of them simultaneously. Instead, I chose the road that didn't come with an argument and I felt I chose the lesser of the evils. This is in fact our reality, I am always out numbered.
Thus, fall has been great. I love it as it is in fact my favorite time of the year; but there are no tears with the close of this busy season. I am looking forward to quieter weeks ahead.
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