I can’t leave my house without anxiety, thinking that something will happen causing me lose control of the situation, but I won’t go into detail (AGAIN!) about how I think that I can’t handle both my children.

After the field trip last week I was feeling rather confident that I can handle it.

Yesterday? Yesterday was a setback.

One of my closest and dearest friends has a little guy that is one month and one day older then Hudson. We live about an hour from each other and rarely have the chance to visit, what with children and life getting in the way, but, today she and her little man came to visit.

After a weekend of people over for Carter’s third birthday, I was more then a little shitty at hosting. I really hate company as it is. If you’re over at my house, don’t be surprised if I forget to offer you a drink or don’t have snacks to share.  Hell, I may even leaving you standing at the door for a little, chatting your ear off before I remember to even invite you in.

I had nothing to offer her aside from water and grapes; needless to say we ended up going out for lunch.

[Told you. Am SHITTY.]

The following is an unpaid Public Service Announcement - so listen up!

We grabbed the strollers (mine’s not the coveted Joovy Ultralight Caboose) and walked over to the restuarant / café near my place. Hudson wasn’t strapped into the carseat: since we were just walking to a local cafè I opted to rest him in the seat and forgo the restraints. I have yet to buy a double (Hi Joovy, are you reading??), Carter opted to walk, which I should have known would be a bad idea but I was in a good mood (read: I didn’t want to deal with a meltdown): it was all of a kilometer walk (read 0.4mi you Americans) and I figured he’d do fine.

What I didn’t figure?

How close it was to nap.

Carter wanted to hitch a ride on the back of the stroller (which would have worked so much better with the Joovy Ultralight Caboose), it’s hard to explain how he was standing, but I’ll try with a beautiful graphic!

See? B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.

Worked great for about two minutes, until Carter leaned backwards to get down and pulled the entire seat with him.

Ass over tea kettle.

BOTH kids.

Remember, baby not strapped in? Ya.

It was so fast, I really don’t know what happened; instincts set in and I went into autopilot. Kinda.

My mind was racing and I didn’t know what child to go for: I didn’t want to just push Carter aside to grab the baby, worried that he would feel neglected - but OMG! THE BABY! - thankfully my friend was there and we each scooped up a child. Calming and shushing ensued followed by examination which yielded no findings. THANK GOD! It took a while for the shaking to subside; I was practically beside myself with guilt.

Now, had I owned a Joovy Ultralight Caboose, none of this would have happened. With the wonderful sit-n-stand option for a toddler at the back.  As well as being very light weight, it comes in fabulous colours (like Sunset!)

I can joke around and be silly about it now, partly because I feel like an ass and partly because my babies are alright.

Nobody was harmed in this stupid mommy moment.

Well accept my nerves and confidence.

(Maybe Joovy can give me my confidence back with a Joovy Ultralight Caboose in sunset?)

My poor babies. *sigh*

(Hi Joovy! I’d consider reviewing one of your Joovy Ultralight Caboose in sunset, you know - for my readers. Let me know. Kthxbai!)