We love the library but we never go because I hadn't gotten myself a library card since we moved back to NJ. Not because I didn't want to, but it was just easier to put books on hold at my mom's library and then get them from my mom each time. Except, I also did not get a card because it seems one might need two forms of ID with their current home address and since it took me almost a full year to make my merry way to the DMV and exchange my Florida license for a NJ one, I did not have those IDs that I needed. Also, I just knew that everyone I encountered at the DMV would ask the same question, you moved here from Florida?! Why would you do that?! And I was right. They did. That question is really getting old.
But a few weeks ago, because Josh's anxiety level about my driving around with a license with an address of a house that we do not own anymore was through the roof, I went to the DMV. And the next morning, with my shiny new NJ license, I went and got myself a library card. Except, haha on me! I did not need any forms of ID at all to get my library card because I was already in the system from the last time we lived in NJ. All I had to do was pay a dollar for my "lost" card and I was on my way.
Anywho, today I took the children for library cards.
It took way longer to get them cards than it took for me to get a card.
For starters, they each had to fill out the whole application, and boy, was it enlightening.
I now know that my 9 year old has no idea what street we live on. And that the little one was not aware of what state we live in.
The 7 year old did know my cell phone number, which was impressive and the oldest was over-the-moon happy that someone (anyone!) had finally asked him for his email address.
Forty minutes after we arrived, we left with four shiny library cards and a 9-year-old who wanted to give his back after he learned that he'd have to pay $1 for a new card if he lost it and 10 cents a day for each book that he brought back late. I'm never reading again! (So you know, all is status quo then.)
While we waited for the cards to be ready, we did what people do in the library - we read books. Or some of us did. Three kids found books to read, two of them making themselves comfortable on the gross play-mat in the children's section while I fought the urge to run to the car, grab the Purel and dump it on their heads.
The fourth child - because there always has to be an outlier - could not find anything to read. There's nothing good to read here, he sighed, while standing between two rows of books that housed at least 500 books each. Because, you see, if it's not a Dan Gutman book, it's not really a book. So instead of reading, he did a puzzle. A toddler puzzle. He was very proud of himself afterwards and was horrified (horrified!) that I took a picture of him doing it. He also seized the opportunity of being in a super-quiet library to blow his nose like an old man in a deli might do, after polishing off a roast beef on rye with a pickle and cigar for dessert. It was loud and gross and he used all the tissues in my pocketbook - even the already used ones. I'm not sure if he was prouder of that or the puzzle, but he was sure happy with himself when we left the building.
From the library, we headed to Shoprite, where we cooled down under the lettuce water misters. A few of us may have done a rain dance too. One lady commented, "this is their entertainment for the day, and so much cheaper than going to any @*#! New Jersey beach, that's for sure!" And you know what? She's not wrong. And we learned a new word. So a win for everyone.
In the supermarket, we also learned that if you throw apples into a bag, instead of placing them inside the bag gently, you will have apples with boo-boos and you will not want to eat them. And then you'll have to carefully put those back on the shelf, look around apologetically, and start the picking-of-the-apples all over again.
And one final lesson we learned from going to the supermarket as a group? Always be aware of the old people. They are everywhere. And it's our job to not knock into them or their carts because nothing at all good can come from that. Even if you see pickles on a shelf and you really like pickles. Even then.
According to the calendar, today is the first day of summer.
I hope it's going to be a good one.
Are you a Mom?
Of course you are,
your shirt is dirty :)