Yesterday I met Girlymama at Barnes and Noble while our older children were in school so that we could indulge in a Starbucks treat while our little girls
rearranged the bookstore looked at books. This was a great idea. In theory. We started many conversations. We might have finished one of them.
You know how it goes. There was the time that Grace (her 3-year-old) spilled coffee on herself, so they had to excuse themselves and go to the car to change. Then there was the potty emergency in the middle of our all-important hairstyle conversation. Then there were the twenty-five times we had to interrupt one another to remind our girls not to tear the books, not to step on the books, not to take every book off the bookshelf, not to run around the book displays, etceterahh, etceterahh, etceterahhhh.
Perhaps we should meet at the park next time.
At the beginning of our visit, as we were sitting at a little cafe table with our coffee and scones, I happened to mention how my blog fodder has been on the light side lately, and that I’ve been making up for it with long, rambling, stream-of-consciousness posts that I fear might run away all but my most loyal of readers, and I need some fresh material.
Well, ask and you shall receive.
We finished our treats and then gathered up our things along with the remnants of our breakfast so that we could go upstairs to the children’s section. My mouth was moving a mile a minute, which is evidently a bit faster than my brain, while we walked over to deposit our trays.
I placed my still-half-full cup of coffee on top of the trash receptacle and absentmindedly tilted my tray into the trashcan, allowing everything on my tray to slide into the black hole below with a remarkable clangety-clang-clang.
I stopped talking mid-word and looked up at Girlymama as realization dawned. I had just dumped my two ceramic plates into the trash can along with my paper trash.
Clearly, I could stand to get out more. Or at least expand my horizons to include food establishments that don’t have Mc in the title. I’m not accustomed to these fancy places that serve your food on real dishes.
Girlymama and I both squelched our giggles as we tried to decide whether to dig down into the trashcan to retrieve the plates ourselves or to report the mishap to the girl working the register so she could have the pleasure.
It was then that I suddenly looked up and exclaimed with delight,
Which of course brought on a whole new surge of The Giggles as well as my realization of this new, heretofore unprecedented level of pathetic.
I managed to fish out the plates without consulting the staff, and thankfully they were none the worse for the wear, so I placed them gingerly on top of the trash receptacle, grabbed my coffee, and proceeded towards the escalator as we composed ourselves.
My mouth was still moving faster than my brain as I went to step on the escalator behind Girlymama and Gracie WITHOUT my almost-2-year-old daughter, who was following dutifully along behind me.
I’m not exactly sure WHAT I was thinking. I didn’t forget she was there. I guess I just subconsciously expected her to step on behind me and follow me up like she was perfectly capable of such coordination and balance at the ripe old age of two.
Well, she stepped on alright. I looked back, as comprehension and horror washed over me, to find her tottering precariously on her step. So with my coffee and raincoat and purse in one hand, I tried desperately to grab her with my other hand, while not losing my own balance in my four-inch-heeled boots.
My efforts were futile. I couldn’t quite reach her hand. And there she was, looking up at me with huge, trusting blue eyes, while she teeter-tottered and finally took a step back, somehow still managing to maintain her balance, albeit by the skin of her teeth.
I was saying something like, “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” while Girlymama looked on, unable to help us.
You know how it is in situations like that — like a movie in slow motion. And while I tried to grab my daughter and keep my own balance, I had visions running through my head of us both plummeting to the bottom and getting sucked into the huge jaws of the escalator and meeting our Maker right there in the Barnes and Noble.
Fortunately, all’s well that ends well. Somehow I managed to step down to grab her arm before she took what could have been a very bad fall resulting in serious injury, and we made it the rest of the way up the escalator and stepped off without further incident.
As I got off the escalator and planted my feet and my daughter’s firmly on solid ground, I breathed a sigh of relief and then declared vehemently, “I think I have enough blog fodder now.”
And really, while I can laugh about it now that everything’s okay, I am in no way making light of the seriousness and potential injury that could have resulted from my stupidity and carelessness. I am fortunate that my daughter escaped from the event unscathed, and I am very very thankful.
So the moral of this story is, be careful what you wish for, especially when it’s blog fodder!
14 thoughts on “Motherhood: Not for the faint of heart”
I’ve found that the moral of your story is true. I sometimes enjoy a non-blog-fodder day, week, month, whatever!
I don’t know how many times I have accidentally thrown a real plate or fork in the trash at a food place.
Sounds like you had an interesting day.
Okay. AT THE TIME it wasn’t funny, but now that I know everything is okay, picturing that escalator incident with Baby looking confused as to why the stairs are moving and you trying to balance everything without spilling your coffee is making me giggle. No, not giggle. GAFFAW!
See, that’s a typical day in the life of me. And don’t worry about Starbucks. Their drinks are so expensive. They can suck up a couple of plates. Toss em in your purse next time. Great post, girlie. You had me laughin!!! Glad your little munchkin is A-okay.
I SO hear you. Be careful what you wish for indeed!
Girl, I hope you went home and took a nice long nap! That was some adventure. I’m not sure to advise you to get out more often, or just stay home :o)
That is scary! I’m so glad she is okay.
And can we see the boots?
Oh still… what an entertaining post it made!!
It’s kind of like the time I decided to pray for patience…I’ll never do that again. You get what you wish for in SPADES!
Glad the baby wasn’t hurt though…
I’ve been catching up on my reading today after sewing for 5-6 hours yesterday. I deserve a break don’t you think?! Love your WW picture!!! lol!! You two are soooooo cute in your costumes! That Hunky Hubby of yours looks good with the 5 o’clock shadow!! The escalator story scared me to death. I too had an almost catastrophic experience on one but survived with just a bad, bad bruise on my ankle and a hole in my panty hose. Yes, it was back when we wore those things. What is delurking???? I tried to get a sitemeter going once but every time the report came it was just all blank as if no one had ever thought of reading my site. It was one of the things I was going to have my computer guy work on but he is in the missing lately. As soon as things slow down here a bit I am going to tackle some of these things. Right now I am still in the midst of doctor appointments due to this thing on my brain and I just can’t think of much else. It has calcified sp? which they tell me is good plus it didn’t bleed when I fell on my head which is VERY good but they still want to look into it further. It’s on my left frontal lobe above my eye and about as big as the end on my little finger. Doesn’t look like any cancer thankfully. Lauren had a bad fall off a horse last week and landed on her back but is okay. I guess you bounce better when you are 14 then when you are 56! :o)
So funny! I’m wondering if I should wish for the same thing?!
I can just imagine it! LOL! Great writing!
Well, one, I’m glad I’m not the only one that needs to get out more. And two, I am terrified of escalators when it comes to my kids. I know it takes one little slip, and you start wondering what to do. You are not alone!
Yikes, my heart’s pounding just reading your post. I hate escalators. They freak me out, esp with babies. On the other hand, I LOVE those boots!! TG would definitely approve!
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