This weekend the plan was for me and the boys to bake a gingerbread house. Unfortunately, this morning I realized that though I had bought more butter at the store yesterday (no idea why; our gingerbread recipe doesn’t even call for butter), I had forgotten to get more flour (and let’s just say the recipe calls for lots of flour). Which meant that we would have to go shopping again today. And as we also needed various kinds of candy (after all, that is what gingerbread houses are all about) the limited-selection discount store in town wasn’t the best choice.
Now, the town we live in isn’t big but it just so happens that we live at one end and the stores are right at the other end. It isn’t a huge distance but it does take me a good 25 minutes to get there (on my own, without the kids). That still wouldn’t be a big problem but for one fact: our stroller is BROKEN.
If you are reading this you might well think a stroller is superfluous for an almost four year old. Unfortunately, B. doesn’t see it that way. To be honest, I am even more attached to the stroller than he is. We do not have a car so have to run all errands on foot. And let’s just say it isn’t exactly fun to drag a tired three year old across town to get a couple of stamps from the post office. Even more important, the stroller is very convenient for putting the shopping in. I absolutely hate, hate, hate walking all through town carrying bags with bottles of soda, bags of flour, cans of beans etc.
We managed the shopping today, even if I had to resort to bribing the boys with a short visit to the local McDonalds (also located at the other end of town). Still, it was rather a big production (and I forgot several items again!) So, much as I dislike the idea, I think we might be getting a new (or more accurately, a gently-used) stroller. Actually, the way things are looking right now, B. might still be riding in a stroller when he enters high-school.