So in getting her shoe I woke the sleeping beast and had no choice but to take him out to the bus stop with me. I can’t leave him alone in the house for even a second without him getting into everything and climbing every surface he comes in contact with. I wrap him up in my fuzzy throw, slip on my shoes and head out the door. T can wait at the stop by herself; I can see it from the front window perfectly, but she cannot cross the main road by herself.
Even though everything is starting to thaw out from the freezing rain, I know that it is still slick so I am being very diligent in taking caution since I am holding G and do not want to fall with him in my arms. We get almost to the end of the sidewalk and yup, down I go with baby in my arms. I just about got the wind knocked out of me and landed right on my tailbone. G was fine, I caught his fall. I think he thought it was a fun, new game Mommy was playing with him. T was the only one to ask if I was ok as well as if her little brother was okay.
Outside with us were three other ADULTS. They all saw me fall with the BABY in my ARMS and didn’t even look twice at me. No “are you ok? Do you need some help?” or “Is the baby okay?” Nothing, not a word. I was honestly worried about being able to get back up with G in my arms and not falling again. What is wrong with people? Was I just supposed to depend on my 50lb seven year old to help me up with a baby in my arms? Well apparently. As I limped back inside with G I watched out the window with hopes that one of those other mommy dearest would fall flat on their asses in the ice but was sadly disappointed. I mean these weren’t even COMPLETE strangers, they were my NEIGHBORS. Today my view on people isn’t in the highest regard.