Let me tell you a story about something that happened to me this week. I got my son ready to go nowhere. Do you know how hard it is to get a baby ready to go ANYWHERE, let alone nowhere at all? Any mom knows the struggle. Here’s what happened.
It all started one cold Tuesday morning. After much back and forth with myself, I finally decided that after Calvin’s first nap we would head out of the house for the day and make the twenty-five minute trip to my parents’. Getting the crap-ton of stuff you need to take a baby out for the day is no joke. I had a mental list of things that needed to be packed in order for the day to go smoothly. Got to make sure he has something to eat for lunch, diapers, wipes, a wet bag for his dirty diapers, a change of clothes, and everything he would need for his afternoon nap. Baby monitor: check, tiny fleece blanket “lovie”: check. Thank god my parents have a Pack-n-Play at their house. Now that he was asleep it was time to get myself ready. Clothes, makeup, hair, food in the belly, it was all coming along nicely. I sat down to work on a blog post when “waaahhhh, waahhhh”. Sigh, I never get any time for myself, but that’s a story for another day. I had a game plan: start the car with the remote start, head upstairs to feed and put an outfit on the boy, get his winter gear on, pack up the fam-jam in the car (the dog was coming too), and off we would go to see Grandpa. The plan went relatively smoothly. I hit the remote start and off I went to take care of Calvin. I fed him, changed him, got him out of his PJ’s, and put an outfit on him. Did I mention that he’s in that beautiful stage of barrel rolling away from me when I try to do anything to him that involves laying on his back. I look like I’m wrestling a crocodile every time I try to change a diaper. Alright, so on to the next step. Like I mentioned, it was cold outside (about -20⁰C), so I needed to dress Calvin for the conditions. I put his jacket, hat, mittens, and boots on, then sat him on the floor so that I could get ready. Once all that was done, I strapped the diaper bag full of all our previously mentioned goods to my back, picked up the baby, excitingly asked the dog “do you want to go see Grandpa” (his all time favorite person), and locked the door behind us. I felt like I was gearing up for battle. I wasn’t wrong. I unlock the Kia, let the dog in on one side, and strapped Calvin in on the other. He’s whining at this point. He hates his car seat. I tuck the diaper bag behind the passenger seat of the car and sit down in the driver seat. “We did it”, I think to myself. Foot on the brake, I press the start button expecting to hear the roar of the engine. Click, click, click, click. “What? That can’t be right”. Try again. Click, click, click, click. “You have got to be kidding me”, the car won’t start. I sink back in my chair and ponder life for a moment. How every decision I’ve ever made led me to this very moment. One epic journey to our driveway.
Now this is the part of the story where you’re probably wondering how I didn’t realize that the car never ran when I hit the remote start. I’ll admit that the car was cold but I didn’t think too much of it. I assumed the car had completed one 15 minute cycle and then shut itself off, like it usually does, while we were upstairs getting ready. I was too busy making sure we had everything we needed and weren’t forgetting anything to stop and realize that maybe there was an issue. Plus, there was no reason for it not to start. Sure it was cold, but it had started in colder. Lesson learned, next time look outside to make sure the car is actually running.
I text my husband a few frustrated messages then step out of the car. I open the rear driver side door to let the dog out. He gives me a confused and disappointed look when I say “get out” as if to reply “but I thought we were going to Grandpa’s, you said we were going to Grandpa’s”. I know Zeus, I thought so too. I walk around the vehicle and open the rear passenger side door, strap the diaper bag to my back, undo the baby from his car seat, lift him on to my right hip, unlock the door, and head inside the house. I take our winter gear off, unpack the diaper bag, and glance at the clock. It’s only 1030. Time for another coffee.