It seems like I always have 4 or 5 great ideas for blog top­ics while I shower in the evenings. Then, I get out of the shower and *bam* they’re gone! Instead of one of those great thought pro­vok­ing blogs, you get this tonight.

Since A was born, I can say that my errand run­nings and gen­eral out­ings have decreased. Some had to do with weather, but a lot of it has to do with the logis­tics needed to get two kids ready, nav­i­gate nap and lunch time, and get in and out of the carseats sev­eral times.

So, I needed to go to the post office. I had three pack­ages to send. I needed to return some books I bor­rowed from a friend, send some cloth dia­pers to a friend, and return a bag I bought on Etsy. First, we went to Tar­get. That went rel­a­tively well, but my hands were pretty well frozen by the time we got into the build­ing. K was coop­er­a­tive, and A tol­er­ated the stroller bet­ter than expected. We got back into the car and went to the post office. I felt like I was in a com­pe­ti­tion at the post office. I had to address the pack­ages, pack the stuff up, and seal it all. Then, I stood in line, and paid for all my stuff and the postage for it. Just as I was fin­ish­ing up, A decided he had enough. He started to com­plain. Luck­ily, I was able to wheel my stroller out to the car and get him in there before he started a full protest.

I thought I deserved a mocha or a latte from Star­bucks for all my work, but since I’m still dairy free, I decided to pass. Mak­ing them with soy milk doesn’t hit the spot in the same way as whole milk does. I guess know­ing that we did it and we all sur­vived will have to be my reward.