Yesterday went about as well as I could have hoped. I decided to take the bus cross town to the Central Park Zoo. I get to the bus stop, see the bus coming and can not for the life of me figure out how to get the damn stroller folded down. I thought this thing was going to make my life easier?
I kept struggling with it and finally gave up to the fact that we are going to miss this bus when POP, the stroller folds. I manage to drag the stroller over to the bus door, throw the kids inside and then I can’t find my Metro Card. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are flying left and right as I tried to dig through my bag to find the card. Meanwhile the bus driver is not moving the bus because if he did the kids would topple over.
Someone thankfully gives us their seat, so the kiddos and I squeeze into two seats. We’re doing pretty well and then this lady in her mid forties gets on the bus. She claims she needs a seat, and says, “The kids need to get up.”
Excuse me? Are you referring to these two? In order for them to get up I would need to stand, move this extremely large double stroller and carry both children to the back. Forget about it. So I ignore her and someone across the way gave their seat up. Next thing I know the kids are waving their little hands saying, “Hi. Hi.” to the lady that had just asked them to give up their seat.
Kids sure are something.