Tonight we went to the mall to meet our friends the Lehman's and eat dinner. It was quite an experience. It always is. But tonight I just felt like we could have locked our family in a cage and sold tickets for others to watch our craziness. Here are some numbers I recorded in my mind:

24- number of chicken nuggets our family ate
3- number of people we saw who we knew besides the Lehman's (I only include this because the number of times I looked in the mirror before we left or made any effort to "fix" myself was, of course, ZERO)
12- approximate number of times I made Cash stay seated in his high chair or stroller
12- approximate number of times Cash screamed really loud
5- number of free Chick-fil-A coupons our kids won playing games (it pays to eat badly, unfortunately)
6 trillion- my estimate of the number of dust particles my (still crawling) 15 month old child picked up off the floor of the food court and bookstore
600 trillion- number of germs we probably came in contact with
25- number of feet of toilet paper I used courtesy of Barnes & Nobles
2- number of children who pooped all over themselves
9- number of times I felt it necessary to pump the soap when washing my hands
1- number of pairs of poopy underwear I left in the trash at the mall
2- about the number of times I mentally patted myself on the back for being a mommy problem solving genius (I have to do this "I am my family's super hero" personal encouragement for myself or I can't get through the day)
4 or 5- number of people Libby hit with her helium balloon
4- number of people I washed from head to toe as soon as we got home (everyone but Jimmy, he does shower on his own)
90- number of minutes we spent eating, running, peeing, pooping, crawling, talking, and getting dirty at the mall

And here's the kicker:
3- total number of baby wipes I had left to make it through this entire experience

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! I promise we are not doing drugs or drinking. We are high on life and hormones. Well, I'm probably the only one with raging hormones. Thank goodness. It's where I draw my super powers from. I am crazy hormone raged baby wipe-less mommy. Let's see.. one more number.

25,000- approximate number of baby wipes I'll need before this train comes to a stop at the next station in life.


Christopher Bennage said...

I'm glad that Jimmy's got that self-showering thing down. Way to go Jimmy!

Carey said...

Those memories, they're like battle scars. Painful, with you forever, and someday will fade and not seem so bad...hopefully.

LotsaKidz said...

And one day you'll look back and all those numbers will be how much "love" you will have invested in your childrens' accounts and it will be paying dividends. I know I don't have to tell you this, but it's worth it. Worth every second. But you don't get to go back and do it over, so enjoy the ride during these "roller coaster" years.

Keep it up, Jules! I'm so proud of you!

Carey said...

There are the days they say we'll look back on laugh, right? I hope so!

Darcy said...

I have not laughed that hard reading a blog since the last time I read your blog! You are awesome!! Yes, you are a superhero...don't ever think otherwise.

allhisblessings said...

you have me laughing so hard I'm crying!