Today was another one of those crazy, errand-filled days.  While I got ready this morning, Dom watched Dora the Explorer (if you don’t know who she is, just ask any parent).  Yep, I used the TV as a babysitter to save my home from destruction…call the Mommy police.  Sometimes, you do what you’ve got to do.

As I was pulling my hair into a halfway-decent ponytail that actually looked like a ponytail if you squinted a little, Dom pranced into the bathroom with an empty bowl.  “Want blueberries, Mommy?” 

I pretended to take one and pop it into my mouth.  “Yummy!  Those are the best blueberries I have ever eaten.”

”Dora picked them.  Can we pick blueberries?”  I explained that blueberries weren’t growing here right now, and I told him we would buy some at the grocery store. 

“Okay,” he said and wandered back to the living room.

When I was ready to leave, I turned off the TV.  Dom immediately lost it.  “No!  Dora’s picking blueberries!”  I reminded him that we could get our own blueberries at the store, and he quieted down.

We ran a ton of errands today…the drycleaner’s, the hardware store, Walmart (when the hardware store didn’t have the screws I wanted – go figure!), and the car wash (complete with screaming Dom sound effects).  Finally, we reached the grocery store, where Dom happily plopped into the kiddie car cart while I pushed him around the store. 

We spent over an hour filling up the grocery cart and skirting a variety of Dom-caused disasters.  You know, the usual…search shelf for item on list, see Dom reach for can from bottom of display, reach out to save display just to turn in time to watch him knock over a different one…that sort of thing. 

Finally, errand day was done, and we headed for the car.  We were both exhausted.  As we drove home, a tiny voice piped up from the backseat.  “We forgot blueberries, Mommy.”

Damn you, Dora!