Herding Cats

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Sometimes taking the kids out is like trying to herd cats. We prepare to leave the house and everything starts off great. Double stroller? Check. Ergo? (i.e. baby carrier for all you lacking knowledge in the paraphernalia of a parent) Check. Big kids holding little kids hands? Check. Snacks? Water? Potty break? Check, check, check! And then we walk into our destination, in this case it's the library, and there is sudden dissension among the ranks. The troops break from their formation and... ...hands become unclasped. The littles take advantage of their freedom to run across the room... Just as... ...someone unleashes the baby from the stroller bonds and he immediately stands on his seat, sending fellow library-goers into a crouching "catch-ya" stance... And then the... ...kids that are still in my line of sight start weaving in-and-out, tripping up customers. Their voices grow louder and louder and louder... Like I said. Herding cats. These are the moments when you wonder where all the child training and discipline went. Where you wonder, "How did I become that mom?" You know, the one who's kids remind you why you don't want any. Believe me when I say, it's not always like this. It's usually worse. Hmmm. I had a point to this whole discussion but the kids have distracted me and I seem to have lost it. Oh well. What are your, "I took my child(ren) out in public and now I'm scarred for life!" horror stories? C'mon, y'all. I can't be the only one out there that suffers so!