where does the time go?

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Why it takes 45 minutes to get to the park

First Coulson has to get dressed because, of course, it's the middle of the day and he's only wearing underwear.  But this isn't so easy because too many of his clothes "don't feel comfortable" so we have to go through a few sets of shirts and shorts (yes, shorts -- I know it's December, but it was 78 degrees out, thus the trip to the park).  Once he finds a pair of socks that aren't "too tight," he puts on his shoes, and I have to tie them, double tie.  Then I need to change Charlie's diaper before we leave and also change him into shorts.  Charlie wiggles throughout getting dressed, but settles down for shoes and socks because he loves to wear things on his feet.  I opt for velcro shoes for him.  Then Coulson cries out that his shoes aren't tight enough.  So I have to untie his shoes, un-double tie, and re-double tie them as tight as I can.  At this point Chester the dog decides he needs to do his business outside as well.  Since I don't have a fenced in back yard, I have to take him out on the leash while the kids play nicely (thankfully) in the yard.  As I take Chester back in, I decide that I should also use the bathroom before we leave, so I grab all the kids and take them inside again.  (This is the point where Coulson usually decides he needs to go number 2, which adds another 15 minutes to our departure time, but somehow I escaped that fate this afternoon!)  As I fill up the dog's water bowl before we leave, Coulson accidently lets Chester out of the house.  And Chester runs.  So I grab the leash and Charlie and follow Chester up the street, holding my breath as he runs out in the road in front of cars coming around a corner.  A friendly neighbor helps me catch him and, with a toddler on the hip, I drag Chester down the sidewalk and inside the house.  I stop Coulson from climbing all over the the seats in the car, get Charlie buckled in, get Coulson buckled in, get myself buckled in and we are off to the park!

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