I brought my boys to the library today. All 3 of them. If you don’t have children you might think that a trip to the library would be a fun, relaxing experience. That is far from the truth. My trip to the library consisted of a 1 year old who didn’t want to be put in the stroller but also didn’t want to be held. What did he want to be doing? Pulling every book that he could get his hands on off of the shelf and throwing it on the floor. If I tried to pick him up he was diving out of my arms before I got him to my hip.
It also consisted of a 4 year old who can’t read wanting to bring home every Star Wars book imaginable. I refused. I won’t read him chapter Star Wars books. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Don’t forget about the 7 year old who wanted to push the empty stroller around. 7 years olds aren’t really good at paying attention to what they’re pushing the stroller into.
Then there was the time that I was talking to the librarian to renew my card, trying to retrieve my card from my bag which was in the stroller. The same stroller that was now being pushed by both a 7 year old and a 4 year old. Pushed around and around and around the line dividers. Bending over to retrieve said library card while holding a wiggly 1 year old.
After I retrieved the card they “parked” the stroller. Apparently parking the stroller means putting the brakes on which I didn’t realize until I tried to push it away when I was done and ended up running right into it. Then I hurt my toe by trying to undo the brake with my foot while wearing flip flops.
And now you know why I rarely visit the library.