Today was Dizzle's first school trip. And being the overbearing parent that I am, there was no way that I was going to let someone else (especially someone who I barely know) drive her from her preschool to the pumpkin patch. No way, no chance, no how. So, I was left with one option. Join in on the fun (read: torture).
We (Dizzle, Doodle and I. Oh, did I fail to mention that my going on the trip meant that Doodle had to go to? Right. So should have gotten a babysitter.)
Where was I? We arrived at Ashland Berry Farm with the rest of Dizzle's class promptly at 10 am and at that very moment, I realized I was in trouble. The entire place is one big dirt road and you can't really maneuver a stroller onto the hayride so well. Oh, and did I mention that my monstrosity of a stomach now makes it nearly impossible to carry Doodle on my back? So I had to let Doodle walk, through the dirt, through the mud and through my own personal hell, the pumpkin patch.
Anyway, once we got on the hayride, I reconsidered the situation and thought, "This might not be too bad after all." But I was wrong. As soon as we stepped off the hayride, Doodle was gone. There was no waiting for "Farmer Jimmy" to explain how pumpkins grow. There was no waiting for the rest of the group. There was just screaming. Ear-piercing screaming of a toddler who wanted to run free.
Once Farmer Jimmy was done with his pumpkin lecture, we began our great pumpkin search. Which took all of five minutes. Then we had to wait 20 minutes for the stupid hayride to come pick us up. Again, Doodle was not a fan. She wanted to run around, sit in the dirt, throw pumpkins and cause an all-around ruckus. And did I mention that every time I tried to stop her out came the ear-piercing screams? It was FANTASTIC! And every other mom in the group either looked at me with that, "I've been there too" look or said, "Aren't you happy you're going to have a third?" (Nice thing to say to a distraught pregnant woman.)
Long story short, we eventually made it back to the car. At which point I cleaned up the kids, drove back to the preschool and vowed to NEVER take Doodle on another one of Dizzle's school trips again. Seriously, when will I learn?
On a lighter note, Dizzle said something that nearly made me pee my pants today. She had been singing, "I'm squashing up my baby bumblebee..." when she asked to go to the bathroom. Once she finished and was washing her hands, she turned to me and said, "Mom, I can't get all the bumblebee off. It's stuck." Talk about taking something literally ...