I need to learn how to take my kids to the mall.
It seems IMPOSSIBLE. Xavier, who loves walking at 15 months, walks all the time and he screams whenever I put him in the stroller. And Caitlyn, my 2 month old, loves crying. So if I go to the mall with my double trolley thing, it is impossible because Xavier will NEVER stop crying when he is forced to go sit on the stoller and I can NEVER carry Caitlyn for 2 hours, which is probably the time I spend at the mall. So it is a REAL headache on whether to bring the stroller or not.
Do you see my point here?
If I bring the double seat trolley;
I have to push Caitlyn in it and hold Xavier's hand at the same time to keep him from running off to some colourful ice cream store and killing the freezer which will end up in me having to pay for it and all their melted ice cream.
If I don't bring the double seat trolley;
I have to carry Caitlyn for the whole time at the mall, which is quite impossible in the first place, seeing I don't have muscular arms. And if Xavier decides to take a nap all of a sudden, I will have to carry the both of them. One on each arm.
So you see, there is NO WAY to solve this stupid problem.
And you see, some people don't get why I have to go to the mall.
If I go to the mall;
I buy groceries! and the diapers and the milk and the stuff we need at home, such as frozen pizzas and such. And come on, the CLOTHES. And lose weight while walking at the same time.
If I don't go to the mall;
The fridge will be empty which is ridiculous. I need food to keep myself alive at home. And no diapers and no milk. And a very outdated wardrobe and I will become a shrivelled old prune by the end of the day without shopping and all the shiny clothes.
Note: the word 'shiny' here is used as a metaphor. It is not true that I like shiny clothes. I can't laundry em.
Xavier, please be kinder to Mommy.
At least, that's what Kevin told him last night. I am so grateful for such a wonderful husband. It would be even more wonderful if he could stay home to take care of the two of them every single day.
I NEED TO LEARN TO TAKE MY KIDS TO THE MALL.
Okay, this time I seriously (and i mean SERIOUSLY) need to lose some weight.
I'm still full from last night's dinner. Because, see, these are the stuff I ate just for dinner alone; A chicken burger, a HUGELY AMAZING plate of penne WITH cheese AND ham, a LARGE fries, a whole box of nachos, and SIX SMALL BROWNIES.
So I was on the treadmill since Caitlyn's first cry this morning, which is probably at four thirty, mostly out of guilt to my digestive system from overexhausting my digestive juices at one go with 12986470302865783026467835673 calories of fat.
Okay that is a random number. But I'm serious. I can bet that I will puke at least once today, on account of whenever I think of the AMOUNT of food i actually ate, i actually feel like inducing.
And no, you do not call that an eating disorder. This is NORMAL. I can tell you that if you swore to never eat brownies anymore, and turn out to eat SIX of them at one go, you would probably freak out too.
SIX. SIX CHOCOLATE INFESTED BROWNIES.
Okay, I need the toilet and then I'm back to the treadmill when Caitlyn and Xavier take their naps.
