I picked up Brady from school today. As soon as I pulled in the parking lot, my mom-dar went off and I knew I was in for trouble. Standing halfway between the door I pick him up from and my van was a 3 foot wall of snow. No way am I going to keep him off of that. Not that I mind if he goes on it, it is just a matter of getting him off of it and into the car.
As I am standing outside in 26 degree temps with the baby and Sully, I realize I didn’t put gloves on either one. Colin wouldn’t need gloves if he would keep his hands inside the winter coat thing that lines his car carrier, but of course, that’s not going to happen. As we’re waiting and waiting for the kids to come to the door Colin starts screaming. He’s tired because for the first time in two months he decided to sleep more than 45 minutes and I had to wake him up to pick up Brady. As I try to make small talk with the other mothers, I pick up the car carrier and swing it back and forth. Damn, that thing is heavy.
Sully takes off into the snow and I run to grab him. I look down at my dress boots and wish I would have put on snow boots instead.
The kids are FINALLY released about five minutes late. When you are standing outside in 26 degrees with a screaming baby and a 3 year old, five minutes is a very long time.
The teacher must see the desperation on my face because she lets Brady out first. I have tunnel vision. Must get all three kids past the snow wall, through the parking lot and to my van. Quickly. Even though Colin is my third baby, the sound of a baby incessantly crying is still a bit unsettling.
I hold the car carrier with one hand, Sully’s hand with the other. Brady grabs Sully’s hand and we’re on our way. As I expected, Brady lets loose Sully’s grip and climbs onto the snow wall. I was prepared.
“Brady, come on down, honey. After lunch and nap, we can play outside in the snow.”
Brady proceeds further down along the wall, away from my car. The baby continues to cry.
“Brady, if you don’t come down, I’m going to take away your sticker from this morning.” I just returned to work and getting three kids ready in the morning by myself is no joke. I made Brady a deal, every day that he gets dressed by himself in a timely manner, he will get a sticker. Five stickers for a slurpee, 10 stickers for a bigger prize (to be determined.) He was so excited about it this morning, but by the afternoon my lame sticker chart was no match for a three foot snow wall.
Brady proceeds further down the snow wall and the baby cries louder.
“Okay, bye Brady.” I’m getting desperate. I turn around and walk towards my car. I consider actually walking to my van but then if Brady decides to follow me, he’ll run across the parking lot alone. I turn around and see that Brady hasn’t even acknowledged me and he continues to make his way along the snow wall.
Sully is still obediently holding my hand and Colin is still crying.
The other mothers are right around the corner and I’m pretty sure they can hear my desperate cries, but I don’t care. My eyes are wild and spit is flying out of my mouth with every yell. I don’t care if they think I can’t control my kids because, well, sometimes I can’t.
It’s time to pull out the big dogs.
“Brady, you’ve lost the tablet for the day and if you don’t come down now it will be for the whole weekend.”
Brady finally turns around but it’s not to come towards me, oh no, he turns around because his boots are about 2 feet behind him. He is now traversing the snow wall in his socks.
I look at my screaming baby in the car carrier and my 3 year old and consider if we’ll be able to safely climb the snow wall to retrieve my wayward son. No, I decide against it. Even if we make it up to the top, no way we are all four coming back down safely.
A lady walking by asks if she can help me. I have no idea who she is but in a half second decide she doesn’t look like anyone who would kidnap my kids. I ask her to stand by the screaming baby and three year old.
I take off up the snow hill in my dress boots. I almost wipe out twice but I make it over the top to Brady. He tries to run but I catch him and somehow get his boots back on.
We descend the snow wall as I’m telling Brady I hope his feet don’t fall off or turn black because he’s been climbing through the snow in his socks. The lady standing by the littles is probably horrified that I’d say such a thing to a five-year-old, but I don’t care. I’m in crazy mom mode and my only goal is to get us all in the car without hurling any swear words.
I grab the car carrier with one hand and hold both Brady and Sully’s hand with my other hand. We make it to the van and I get them all buckled in.
As I walk around the van to the driver’s seat, I can only imagine what I look like. I had not yet showered and spent a good portion of the morning scrubbing the bathroom. One of the other kid’s mom looks at me and says, “Hang in there.” No judgment, no pity, just a little bit of encouragement and that is exactly what I needed in that moment.
I spent the ten minute drive home telling Brady how disappointed and angry I was. The baby continued to scream, Sully didn’t say a word, and Brady continually asked me when we would play outside in the snow.
I just now realized I’m screwed for the entire weekend. Not only do I not have taking away the tablet as a threat anymore, but when the boys commence beating each other later, I won’t be able to redirect with the tablet. Well, there’s always ‘wait ‘til your father comes home.’