I’m about to do something I swore I’d never do.

I can handle keeping the kids here all weekend by myself. We’re having a lot of fun, a lot of tickle fights, a lot of wrestling matches. I can handle feeding both of them — so far the weekend’s menu has consisted of a sumptuous bounty of chicken nuggets, fish sticks (made from minched fish, whatever that means), pop tarts, pretzels, Eggo’s, cheese & Oreos. I can handle the constant refereeing . I can handle changing some of the worst diapers I’ve ever smelled. I can handle bathing both children by myself. I’ve even done a load of laundry this weekend. I’m becoming a regular Mr. Mom and I’m cool with all of that.

But I’m about to have to do something I swore I’d never do.

I’m about to go to Wal-Mart with both children.

By myself.

We’re out of milk. We’re out of diapers. The milk we could do without. We’re well stocked with apple juice…I could probably wait them out. But diapers…
I seriously considered duck taping some old newspapers around them just to avoid having to go to Wal-Mart with them. But all the books say that’s bad parenting or something. Stupid books.

I don’t even go into Wal-Mart by myself, much less with two toddlers. This should be great.

Have I mentioned how much we miss Mommy?