What do you get when . . .

You have kids who need naps and a mommy who needs to go to Target? Clearly, Target trumps naps. At least until you've tried it, then you decide naps take priority over Target. Sheesh, darn crabby kids.

I was just talking about the whole "kid without a nap nightmare shopping trip" with my sister earlier today. It was not fun for her, although G enjoyed smiling and laughing while Mom was trying to tell him to "Sit on your bum", "Stop" and "GRANT!" And she really didn't feel up to chasing him all over creation since she is carrying the next red-headed monster in-utero and is due in a few months.

So my friend Robyn came to town today, which was a long-anticipated event. She's only stopped by one other time since we moved. I have to say before we moved we probably saw each other at least 2-3 times a week, minimum. So we have both been going through some withdrawl. She came with two (of her 5) kids. One had just had his tonsils removed last Friday, so he was a little crabby. The other one is old enough to be helpful and my girls love her, so we needed her along. We had lunch (pb & j--I highly recommend it), the kids played, and her son threw a toy at Leah's head. Ouch. Not only was he crabby, he was in full-on "boy" mode. I only have girls who are mostly well behaved, so boy behavior is different for us. He was throwing toys, hitting with swords, and just being a general pill (sorry, Robyn, you know I'm telling it like it is--you wanted me to blog about our awesome shopping trip!) ;)

Again, both Mommies needed to go to Target and Robyn doesn't get to go on a daily basis like me. Of course we both needed such exciting items ASAP like new big-boy underwear (for hers) and pull-ups and diapers (for both of mine). By the time we had "shopped" around Target for an hour or so, we had 3 out of 4 children who needed a nap ASAP. Both of mine were crying as they said good-bye to Robyn's older one. Fun times. I finally got Leah settled down a little bit and was chit-chatting with the cashier (we were so close to being out of there!). Well, Leah's three princess graham cookies fell on the floor . . . and the WHOLE store heard about it. I think I may have lost some hearing in my left ear as she let out a scream as I'm trying to get her out of the cart. Who knew those last three cookies were so treasured? The nice older lady behind us in line helped me pick up the two that fell on the floor. And bad mommy that I am put them right back into her bag later.

So, the next time we head out to Target we will be minus a few kids and everyone will have had their nap. Lesson learned. For this week anyway.