My kind of obstacles

So yesterday was my first Monday with all three kids. Mondays mean ballet lessons...at a studio with little to no parking and/ or sufficient waiting room space. These things spell trouble for me, a mom of a newborn, a 2-yr-old boy and a spirited 4-yr-old girl. As I drove up to the studio I see there are no parking spaces in front and a flatbed trailer blocking the street parking. I could have started crying.

I knew I was in for it.

 I had to park waaay down the street, on the street. I then got Ev in my arms (because the carrier is too big to carry down the road and into the microscopic waiting room) and grabbed P's hand and proceeded down the road. P immediately sensed my anxiety and decided to make this interesting. He began screaming for me to let go of him and his legs turned to jello. P is heavy. I had to basically drag him down the street by one arm while the other arm was cradling Ev...I'm sure this looked awful to the common bystander...especially those with no children. HA!

 P broke free and ran into the street. Oh God. I was terrified because this street is narrow and there are cars parked on street, not to mention the gigantic flatbed trailer blocking every one's view of the now kamikaze 2-yr-old teaching his mother a lesson. I regained control of my kid and reached the door of the studio. Class wasn't out yet. Great. P then amused himself with the stepping stones. OK this is good I thought..I saw the little girls pouring out of the classroom so I ducked in and grabbed Mad and shuffled back out the door with all kids. I made it!

Almost.

 P did not want to leave the stepping stones and attached himself to one of them with super- human strength. How the heck he clung to the stepping stone with his shoed toes is still a mystery. I could feel the sweat coming. There were a ton of other harried moms trying to get their broods out of there...and they were all behind me and my crazed 2-yr-old. Seriously we blocked the walkway for what seemed like an eternity until I scooped P up like a football in one arm with Ev clutched under my other arm and we made a break for it. Where was Mad you ask? well she was dancing and picking flowers in a yard down the way. When I called to her, she shot me a "go to hell--I'm dancing and picking flowers--duhhh!" look. OMG! Calgon take me away!!!!
Several well meaning moms stuck their heads out of passing cars to ask if I needed help. All I could do was laugh. We made it to my car-barely- and I corralled the kids into their car seats. It was hard, but I did it. I looked insane, but I did it. Note to self: formulate new plan for Mondays that take into account this very scenario.

Or quit ballet...hmmm.