We took 6 kids to my in-law's house this weekend for their church's VBS. We were driving back into the town where M1 works and were going to spend some time together before I had to drop him off at the PD. We had the two babies, D7 and D8. First we went to eat lunch.....it is a little odd to get only 2 babies out of a 15 passenger van and of course everyone thinks we only have two sweet little girls. Ahhhh.....if only they knew.
I really needed some summer shoes so M1 proceeds to take me to every shoe store in town. He knows right where they are and the best shortcuts to get to them, which is so helpful for this woman who has no directional sense. It took me a year to remember how to get from the grocery to the post office to home in one town we lived in. I can get lost in my closet. My kids have "Mommy is LOST" paranoia. They can sense it before I ever say a word. So, instead of me getting lost a half dozen times we just zipped around town going down small side streets and through neighborhoods getting to places in record time.
When we got to the mall it was packed to the gills and the parking spots by all the entrances were millions of miles away. By this time I had to go the bathroom really bad.....after 8 kids there is a little more urgency. Sensing my panic, M1 whips over to the back of the mall and parks close to the building. As we are getting out he says, "Follow me and don't comment." We head to this partly walled in area with dumpsters and 4 dirty unmarked doors with big locks. I am a little nervous, after all we are both holding babies. How fast can he pull out a gun holding a baby? I don't want to find out. He goes to the farthest door and opens it up.
There we are at the mall's bathroom entrances.
He is my hero.
I knew having the mall in his beat would come in handy one day.
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