While lying in bed last night, the strategizing began as to how a package was going to get mailed, the dry cleaning dropped off, and the library books returned the next morning while minimizing as much anxiety and stress as possible. To most, this sounds absurd and ridiculous; these are just simple tasks. To a parent of multiples, this type of planning becomes standard.
Preparations for this particular mission commenced at approximately 8 a.m., immediately following the twins’ breakfast of yogurt and oatmeal. Two pajama tops and one bottom replaced by clean ones (too much struggle to change baby B’s pants, so she wears pajama bottoms today—at least the shirt matches), socks, shoes and fifteen minutes of two heads screaming combined with mom singing, has passed. It could be a detriment to the mission not to have the backpack (i.e. diaper bag) in tow carrying two sippy cups, diapers with wipes, snacks, wallet, those books to return and package to mail. A battle takes place when each child is taken to the car. The one that’s left in the house is wailing and the kid that’s being buckled in the car seat is freaking out because she doesn’t want to be restrained in any way whatsoever. The entire car ordeal supplies enough exhaustion to break a sweat—who needs the gym?
It’s 8:40 a.m. and we’re off. The whirring of the engine keeps them quiet as it is explained what the plan is going to be. First stop, the dry cleaners. The double stroller is exposed, both children make themselves limp like noodles and fall out of their car seats into mom’s arms and right into the stroller, where another fit emerges for having to be confined once again. Everything—the library books, package, and dry cleaning is coming with—all part of the strategy. The woman at the counter has been watching the entire time and while opening the door says, ‘Geez, I wouldn’t want to be you’. She takes the baby bumpers to be cleaned, writes up the order, and it’s known they won’t be picked up for at least a week; then the question is asked, ‘May I park in your lot for about twenty minutes or so while I run my other errands?’. ‘Yes’ is the reply. Hallelujah!
No more screaming for a little while and brief relief from stroller transferring. This may turn out to be a kick butt day! Who cares if it’s sprinkling rain and the umbrella was left at home, the library and post office are in close proximity for walking. Each child is handed a sippy cup in the stroller. Errands completed and back at car by 9:30 a.m.; home is ten minutes away. The key in this strategy was finding businesses close to each other in eliminating some of the stress, as well as finding an amazing place to park (and parking can be a real problem near Minnehaha and Lake Streets). An hour and a half later, the mission is complete and a new challenge emerges: nap time.