I thought this morning, that I had nothing to post today.
It turns out that I was wrong again!
We had a VERY eventful day full of laughter, joy and hilarity!
This post is quite long but full of laughs. And there are a few serious bits thrown in for balance!
I just had to share my crazy family with you all
There are a couple of reasons that I’ve decided to blog these events…firstly, because personally, I am more drawn to blogs that tell stories from their own lives than those that are nothing but chock full of facts and statistics.
And a LOT happened in the space of only 2 hours today!
Well… we needed to get some things at the shops today so we decided that we would go to the local shopping centre and grab some lunch in the food court while we were there.
We found a table and the boys and I sat down whilst Mr Patient and Ella went to go and purchase the food.
I just happened to be looking at the Subway restaurant in front of us at the exact time that one of the staff accidentally put a plastic bag into one of the ovens.
It blew up! And very dark smoke with a strong chemical smell started billowing out of there at top speed.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before the smell and smoke wafted in our direction and from my experience in working in retail, I knew that once smoke got out – the evacuation alarm would soon start to ring.
I grabbed both the boys and headed for the outside doors hoping to make it out in time.
I caught Mr Patient’s attention (who had just started back to the table with a tray of food) and he grabbed Ella and met me outside.
I was right…within seconds, the alarm started sounding VERY LOUDLY over the P.A. system and people flocked toward us in droves.
I settled my family in an open area away from the crowds and looked around at the other people.
Over to my right, there was a little boy who was about 3 with his Mother, covering his ears, rocking his whole body back and forth on his feet and whimpering in a pained tone.
I looked at him and I thought: “Well, hello, this looks familiar! “
But what alarmed me was when I glanced at his mum-she was absolutely bewildered at his behavior (and more than a little embarrassed) and was unable to pacify her little boy at all.
I walked over to them and smiled sympathetically at the Mum and asked her if she wanted me to try talking to him. She nodded thankfully and said: “Sure, but I don’t understand what the problem is, he always freaks out at loud and sudden noises”.
I crouched down to the little boy’s level and looked at his gorgeous face (he couldn’t eye contact me – but I was a stranger to him, so fair enough) and said: “Hi there little tiger, your mummy said you are a little bit frightened” he nodded and looked at me now to check me out before quickly breaking eye contact and looking away again.
I looked at his Mum and she smiled and nodded so I reached over and put my hand gently on his arm and said “That’s ok, I felt a little but frightened too, but then I found out what made the alarm go off and then I wasn’t scared anymore”.
He looked at me questioningly and I continued. “Do you want to know why there is a loud noise”
He nodded, the tears were subsiding now.
“Well, some silly person put a plastic bag in an oven. And ovens don’t like plastic bags, so it started smoking because it was angry!”
“And the loud alarm is ringing because the smoke and alarm are good friends and the alarm rung up the fireman and they will come here soon and turn it off”.
And then – right on cue, a fire engine sped around the corner and pulled up right in front of us and the fireman in their hazmat outfits climbed out one-by-one.
His mother smiled at me and thanked me and I told her that with MY children, their fears are often allayed if they know why things happen.
She said she’d definitely try to remember that next time a noise scares him.
I wonder what will develop from that??
Anyway, onto the fireman – I turned around and started to walk back to my own family and Mr Patient and I exchanged a knowing look. We were both thinking the same thing
* sigh *
Our eyes both filled with tears as the grief that we thought we had dealt with came and punched us both square in the noses! (Grief has a nasty habit of doing that!)
You see… my late father was a fireman.
He wore the same uniform. He drove the same fire truck, he turned off alarms in shopping centres regularly and he walked proudly past the adoring public as they watched in awe.
Miss you Dad xxx
As we headed back inside, Mr Patient went over to buy us both a cup of coffee at our favourite shop.
He returned with an artificial rose wrapped in cellophane and handed it to me saying that it reminded him of our love.
“What ..Fake?” I enquired…
“NO…everlasting, it will never die!” he said exasperated!
The couple over at the next table that witnessed this exchange started giggling and smiled at us. The kids were in hysterics too.
Ah yes… we are both often the centre of attention!
After we’d finished eating and drinking our coffee, Mr Patient took the boys to the toilet. (Restroom or Bathroom if you’re American)
When they returned, Lucas was in tears and howling loudly. I asked what was wrong and Mr Patient explained that he had neglected to “hold it” (I apologise for the crassness) and as a result, it all flowed straight down his leg and onto the floor soaking his undies,feet and shoes!
Mr Patient threw the saturated undies into the bin and hastily pulled his (miraculously still dry) shorts up.
Lucas didn’t cope with the feeling and bawled loudly that he wanted new undies.
So we set off in search of a shop to buy some more.
He was so excited when we found a pair with a monkey on them that he ran straight to the check-out.
When it was our turn…the girl behind the counter asked him if they were for him.
“Yes,” he replied. “I wee-ed on my other ones and I don’t have any undies on now ..See” as he dropped his shorts to the floor and flashed the poor girl!
She cracked up laughing and I hastily pulled them back up, handed and the money and walked out whilst lecturing him on the do’s and don’ts of public decency!
We left the shop and I walked over to where Mr Patient was waiting with the other 2 kids and started to relay the story to him and Lucas (right on cue) then gave Daddy a demonstration in front of the rest of the shopping centre!
We were so embarrassed but couldn’t stop laughing all the same!
People were walking past us laughing… it WAS kinda funny
And lastly, we were waiting for Mr Patient to pay for the last thing on our shopping list and I was waiting with the kids out the front of the shop: Harley turns to me with a panicked look on his face and says: “Oh no Mum, I can’t find Teddy..I must have lost him” and his face contorted into a worried frown.
I immediately start to play back in my mind the last few places that we had been and started to get prepared to comb the entire centre looking for the damn bear when Mr Patient walks over and asks what all the fuss is about.
Harley turns to him and says:
“Mum, is looking for teddy because I lost him”
And we exchange oh-my-goodness,-life-is-gonna-get-hard-real-quick-if-we-don’t-find-the-damn-bear looks and start planning who was going to check where, when Harley walks over to a pile of boxes and pulls Teddy out saying….”Gotcha!”
And started giggling at his little joke!
I must say – he did an awesome job of convincing us that he was upset!
Whilst I don’t like my kids lying to me, I had to give it to him. He got me hook line and sinker on that one!
Have a great weekend all xxx