Libraries

When I was working at the Rainbow Library in high school, I almost always worked in the children's section. Everyone else hated it, and with good reason. It was always a mess, and no sooner did you clean up an area and get all the books in the right places did some little squirt come and pull books out and push the wrong books in and...you get the idea. I swore that I would NEVER let my child do anything of the sort. If he did, I would immediately fix it.

Well, of all the words I thought I'd eat when I had my own kids, I never thought I'd have to eat those. Pass the salt, please, because these are a little hard going down.

Mercy, Ezra, and I went to the library today. This was a bit more of a production than usual, because Brad has the car today (returning to Telima the boxes she stored here this summer), and the stroller and baby sack are in the car. But we can do anything, right? It even went well for a while. Ezra is obsessed with the drinking fountain, and I was able to get the movies and books that I wanted. The problem came when we were waiting in line to check out. The lady in front of us took a really long time, and Ezra got impatient. Mercy was spitting up everywhere, and flopping around, my hands were full of books, and Ezra walked over to the paperbacks and started pulling them off the shelves. I whispered, "Ezra, no!" He looked at me, picked up the books, and shoved them into the next shelf over, backwards, pushing all the books to the back of the shelf. Making a mess.

And what did I do? I dragged Ezra back over to me, checked out my books, and LEFT. I'm a terrible person.