Up the street, which is practically the same as walking up the side of a steep mountain, there is a community center that has a very nice food pantry.  Since my husband has not been getting much work  due to the weather and probably the economic state of our country right now, we went up there to get some food.  My husband dropped me and my four children and a double stroller, an empty 5 gallon bucket with a couple of grocery bags off ,before he had to head to work.  we walked in and took our number (39) Oh Allah give me patience was all i could think.  After about 1 and 1/2 hours we were loaded up (I do mean loaded) and ready to go.  Our stroller was so packed I had the baby strapped to my chest in a wrap and my 17 yr old was pushing the stroller.  We began our journey home down a steeeeeep hill.   The stroller was basically leading my daughter and she had no choice but to follow.  My 8 yr old actually tried to run down the hill and fell nearly rolling the rest of the way Alhamdulillah he was ok. Boys sigh. 

When we finally reached the bottom the wheel on the stroller decided to break off from the overload that we had placed on it.  (Why can’t we have camels in the city?)  I took the 5 gallon bucket to lighten the load up and my 6 yr old took one of the bags.   At this moment I couldn’t help but laugh it was either that or get angry, because we still had 3/4 of the way to go.  My poor 17 yr old didn’t think it was very funny.  She was very frustrated, because the wheel would pop off every 5 steps.  So it was something like this:  Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk, UGH!, and then my 8 yr old would pop it back on.  After the 5th or 6th  time of this happening, they decided to make a run for it to see if they could get more distance.  They did, but then the wheel would pop off and go spinning across the street at top speed with my 8 yr old racing behind it.  They tried this for about 3 or 4 more times, but I had to stop them due to traffic.  It was too dangerous.  Now keep in mind I’m carrying the bucket, the baby is strapped to my chest and I am also using my husbands old cell phone to video tape everything.  Which didn’t come out to well since I was laughing the whole time and couldn’t control the camera.   After all this we just ended up having to endure the next 20 minutes of ;  Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk, UGH!, and then my 8 yr old  popping the wheel back on.  We eventually made it home and the stroller is now retired to a long rest in our living-room which may eventually lead to a dumpster.  I know I may sound crazy but when things like this  happen, I usually cope by trying to find the humor in it.  It’s just the way I function.  Alhamdulillah for giving us a good thing to laugh about.  My 17yr old actually found humor in my video that I made of the incident.  She was laughing at me laughing.

 

 

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