You know those days where you wonder why you didn't just stay home? Those days where you push and push to get the kids out of the house but they resist you at every turn because, well, you are mean and make them put on shoes and sweaters. And then you manage to get them out out the house and in the stroller and to the library where you sign them up for their very own library card, because you are awesome like that. But then you didn't bring a book bag and the girl wants to carry all her books, in fact she insists on it, even though there are too many so they fall out of her arms onto the floor. So you help her pick them up and offer to carry some of them while she cries and cries at the injustice of her situation and because you aren't looking your two year old falls off the stool he is standing on to check out his books. He cries and cries. You persevere though and you get them out of the children's section only to remember that the elevator is broken and so you have to walk down a steep set of stairs with the both of them. But the girl cries and cries because she wanted to walk down the steep set of concrete steps first and you told her no while you imagining her falling down them in your head. So her books fall and she sits on the stairs and cries and yells at you and you listen as her voice echos through the quiet library. You bring out your sternest voice, one rarely heard, and threaten to leave the books at the library and carry her out of the building if she doesn't stop yelling and quiet down. And you mean it at the time but once the words are out of your mouth you realize that it is an empty threat because there is no way you can carry her, her brother, the snack bag, the diaper bag, three rain coats and the books that would need to be dropped into the return slot. She believes your threat though and so you manage to get the kids down the stairs and almost to the exit before she tries to test you on that "no talking" statement you made. You shush her while trying not to stare at all the people that are staring at you wondering why that mother can't control her cute but obviously badly behaved daughter.
You know those days? Sometimes I have to tell myself the day would have been even worse if we had stayed at home.