Later that day, I went to the dog park with Annabelle and Cricket. I pulled my fancy jogging stroller out of the trunk. The blasted thing was (and is) so heavy it fell to the ground and splattered in the mud.
I tried to undo it and pinched my finger which led to yelling at the stroller with some four letter words which sounded like , “Listen here you ____, I can’t believe you ____ won’t pop open the ___ open and I have to deal with this ____.” Let’s just say I got a few stares from people driving by. Why so angry? I don’t know, maybe after 6 hours of hair pulling, vigilant guarding of what baby is putting in her mouth, hormonal imbalances, and being a little tired it just sort of poured out. After getting the stroller untangled, I went to get baby out of the car seat and happened to catch a glimpse of myself in the rear view mirror.
Who needs mom jeans when I can just wear my hair all crazy.
And I stopped to read email and take pictures with her phone at the dog park when a lovely Golden Retriever ran up and lifted his leg and almost peed on the stroller. Almost. Because I pushed the stroller handles down so the front wheel popped up and that dog piss hit air. Annabelle laughed. Now that’s perfect!