Today was Emmy's Thanksgiving program at school. I got there right on time, but had an internal struggle on whether or not to pull the stroller out and risk waking the sleeping Macie. I knew we'd be eating a Thanksgiving dinner and I knew Emmy would be singing. And I knew that Aaron was planning on coming but was going to be late.
Well, I didn't listen to that little voice. I carried the sleeping Macie in only to have 2 hours of 2 kids on 1 mommy chaos ensue. I apologize to those other parents who sat around us. I know that I looked a total mess. But honestly, I do have to say that I made it out alive and Emmy made the best little Indian of the bunch. :-)
So, like I said... listen to that voice that tells you to take the stroller. And if you don't, once it's all over, be proud of the fact that even though your child stuck a can of redi whip tip down into a slice of pumpkin pie, it's all right. There was no blood. No injury even. And we all made it out alive.