An aside before I begin- one of my best friends in the entire world lives in the Bay area. Which means I've only seen him once since I've been a mother. He came to my baby shower when I was pregnant with the twins, and the next time I saw him was April- three kids and almost four years later.
|That's me and Uncle Brony on the right.|
Now, I have no particular affection for them. But as I've been literally sick in bed for three weeks, I've had to find ways to keep them occupied. And you know what's up on Netflix? 24/7?
Even the baby sings the theme song. No lie. Therefore, I don't offer my apologies, I am pointing fingers. This post is entirely the fault of Uncle Brony.
One of the awesome things about blogging is that occasionally somebody sends you something incredibly awesome, and you get to use it and figure out whether or not it's awesome, and if it is you get to use it. And if it's not, well, you get to make some interesting art projects.
Today's awesome thing is the Mighty Handle.
Now, you might not look at this thing and think, "Wow! What an incredible, amazing, spectacular device!" If you haven't had this thought, I know for a fact that you don't live in a third floor walk up.
You know who does live in a third floor walk up?
Yeah, that'd be me.
And you know what was kind of the worst thing to happen on a daily basis back with DD and SI were babies? When I needed to pick up groceries.
I couldn't just ask M to pick them up on the way home. He was out of the house at 4am for work, and then didn't come home until 9pm after class. No way was I making him stop for groceries on the way. So that left me.
And let me tell you, if you haven't lugged two babies and a four person family worth of groceries up three flights of stairs, you simply can't understand what happened inside my head when I saw this amazing thing.
Now, those twin infant wrangling days are long past me. But poor M is left... wait for it... holding the bag.
Okay, okay, okay. That's enough.
So the Mighty Handle people were awesome enough to send us a few of these bad boys. And you know what? They're even better than I'd dreamed.
|Sadly, there is no Chinese food in that Joy Yee's bag.|
(And I'm going to be honest here- we PUSHED that 50lb limit. If I had to guess, I'd say each could handle quite a bit more. But proceed at your own risk.)
I know, how cruel of me to use M this way, as my pack mule. But what can I say? He volunteered. Besides, I had to wrangle all three children into bed so that we could put the food away unencumbered.
But the best thing... M has a bad knee. (Yeah, I'm awful.) That means that if he can do all the groceries in one trip, that's less wear and tear on his knee.
|That's right. A whole Costco trip. Up the stairs in one go. Be impressed.|
But the idea that when the day inevitably comes that I have to take all three children to to store by myself and then bring them home with groceries and everything... that I will still be able to make the trek back up to our place in one trip?
Yeah. Good feeling.
Mighty Handle! It's awesome.