Busy but still laid back day

Harrison woke up at the crack of dawn. I am seriously starting to question what drives this child to wake up at these awful hours of the day. He's not even a morning person. He's a crab to be around for the first few hours that he's awake (just like me... ). And then there's Carter, who wakes up at 9 or 9:30 and is so happy. I have NO clue where he gets that. Well, if I got to sleep from 8:00 p.m. until 9:00 the next morning, I may be a happier person too. After the rush of breakfast and getting everyone cleaned up and a trip to the potty for Harrison, I decided today was as good as a day as ever to do some of the errands I've been procrastinating with. I buckle the boys in the car and we are off to the pay the water bill followed by a brief trip to the post office down town. I seriously spend more time getting the boys out of the car, Carter into the umbrella stroller and up the ramp then I actually spend at the post office. Harrison was highly mad that we were leaving the post office. He's never even been there, that I can recall, and he did not want to leave. I had Carter in the umbrella stroller and about to put him in his car seat. I parked on the side street, Thank God, because Harrison decided to run away from me and run back up the ramp. My heart panicked. What do you do? Leave the baby in the umbrella stroller, half unstrapped at this point and run after the two year old who is dangerously close to down town traffic? Luckily Harrison's bravery was short lived. He hurried back to my side after realizing that this was uncharted territory. I promised him a trip to the library so we went there next. I had to park on the main street at the library. Not my first preference but parking was slim picking. We've only been to the library on Tuesday mornings for story time. It was now after 11:00 and I soon realized what kind of people hang around the library. Homeless people or other people that give me the creeps. It was unbelievably hot inside. There was no way the AC was running because it was pretty stuffy. Maybe they do it on purpose to move people along. I don't know but it wasn't very welcoming. We went to the children's section and I sat Carter down on the cushions that could somewhat contain him and Harrison and I scanned the books for something to read. Harrison's interest in books are completely squashed when we're in a public place. Especially a place that is full of strange people and new things to explore. I still tried to read a few books to the boys but there was no hope for the attention to stay on me at all. At one point, Harrison grabbed his crotch area and said "pee pee" so we hurried to the bathroom all the way across the building. When we get there I realize that they are pretty gross but I can't deny Harrison the option to go, the house is too far away. And then there's the Carter factor. What do I do with him while I get Harrison's pants off and set him on the potty. So, the only option I had was to set my purse on the floor and set him on my purse. NO! Not the nice purse! I agree but this was my only option. Of course my memory is scanning all the faces I just saw and realizing that all those people come and use these facilities and from the looks of the place, the facilities haven't been cleaned in some time. Well, after all this, Harrison decided he didn't have to go after all. So we pack ourselves up and I take the reluctant Harrison to the car. He actually obliges to get in the car by himself when I tell him we're going to get something to eat. (bribery is always a back up). We finally get home and I fix the boys lunch. Takes me forever to cut up the fresh fruit that I am adamant about giving them for it to only be shoved to the side for ketchup and chicken. Oh well, just keep putting it in front of their faces and pray that they will try it and love it. Carter loves most fruit, especially bananas these days but I'm thinking he won't get any anytime soon since it causes the usual problems.... Now they are quietly playing in their own rooms while there's another afternoon thunderstorm. I think my grass will never be cut if my yard never gets the chance to dry out. Tomorrow is another day.