Temper, temper

What do you mean I can’t go on the train?!? Get ready for a world of pain, mama.

I was having lunch with my friend the other day. She told me one of the most amazing tales I’ve ever heard. And every word of it is true.

One day she decided to take her kids to the zoo. Which you may think is no big deal. UNTIL I tell you that she has four kids, all boys: a 6-year-old, twin 3-year-olds, and a 3-month-old. That in itself could be the end of the story. Because it’s AMAZING that she does this all by herself. But it gets even more crazy.

All of them are waiting in line for the train that takes people all around the zoo. One time a few weeks ago, the twins were able to sit in the very last row of the train, which faces backwards. Everyone and their mother (literally) want this row, so unless you’re first in line, it’s unlikely you’ll get to sit there. And getting to sit there two times in a row? Crazy talk.

My friend and her kids were not first in line that day. Accordingly, she prepared the twins for the fact that they probably wouldn’t be sitting there again. They said they were cool with it. All seemed well. Until it was time to find a seat. Then it WENT DOWN.

One glance at the already occupied last row and the twins went ballistic. Screaming, crying, all around tantruming. My friend couldn’t coax them into another row, so cool and calm as can be, this is what she did:

She scooped one kid up under one arm, the other under the other arm, and got the H-E-double hockey sticks out of there. Mind you, she was WEARING the 3-month-old in the Baby Bjorn. So this woman is carrying THREE PEOPLE ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

What the Willy Wonka?? Yup, she did it. Don’t ask me how.

THEN she lets the tantruming ride out in another part of the zoo, because seriously, what else are you supposed to do? The twins are lying on the ground, blowing their individual gaskets, while my friend is managing the six-year-old and the baby at the same time. Everyone is staring. Actually gawking.

But you know what? Not ONE person asked if they could help her.

At this point I would have slumped down to the ground, defeated, crying hysterically and getting snot all over the baby. But my friend stays completely calm, somehow manages the 15-minute walk to the car, buckles everyone in despite the tantruming, and drives the crew home. At which point the twins are still freaking out. Forty-five minutes later.

I’m exhausted just telling that story. Mad props, girlfriend. Mad props.

Image from Unathletic.

  1. Janet

    November 13th, 2012 at 4:40 pm

    I cannot imagine how awful that must have been for your friend. I guess zoo dates are over.

  2. Meredith

    November 13th, 2012 at 9:06 pm

    Yup. She’s pretty much superwoman though.

  3. Lisa

    November 13th, 2012 at 4:49 pm

    It was just as crazy as you described it! I am proud to say we’ve been back to the zoo but I’m not letting them ride the train…

  4. Meredith

    November 13th, 2012 at 9:07 pm

    Like I said above: Superwoman.

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