Ok it is official. My children have been taken over by what I must assume are aliens. Yes, I am kidding but let me tell you about this night!
The FisherMan and I were supposed to go over to the next town to visit a church member who moved to the nursing home this week. We planned on squeezing in a bit of shopping for my mom and picking up some giftwrap. We also thought we might complete a sentence and maybe even NOT go to a public restroom even if it meant "holdin it" just because we could. (Those of you with several little ones know exactly what I am talking about. Oh, the glee of a full adult conversation! Not to mention no bathroom trips...I swear sometimes I think they are marking their territory!) But, I digress. Well, when it got time to go Ladybug and Flowerchild went ballistic! As in full blown panic stricken screaming and crying, begging me to not go, heads spinning, ok maybe not that but we were to that point ....we were left scratching our heads thinking "huh?" Then little SmileyFace got started. I had nursed him and had planned on him sleeping in the car on the way. But then my mom ran late getting home and so now he was ready for his supper. Well, we were already late so we finally decided to just stay home. We will go in the morning instead. Yes, I know it will probably be worse but at least we will have had sleep and be rested for the battle!
But then, the plot thickened. The Guitarman called home to tell us where he was, what he was doing, who he was with and when he would be home. AAAHHH! Where are my children?
The FisherMan and I were supposed to go over to the next town to visit a church member who moved to the nursing home this week. We planned on squeezing in a bit of shopping for my mom and picking up some giftwrap. We also thought we might complete a sentence and maybe even NOT go to a public restroom even if it meant "holdin it" just because we could. (Those of you with several little ones know exactly what I am talking about. Oh, the glee of a full adult conversation! Not to mention no bathroom trips...I swear sometimes I think they are marking their territory!) But, I digress. Well, when it got time to go Ladybug and Flowerchild went ballistic! As in full blown panic stricken screaming and crying, begging me to not go, heads spinning, ok maybe not that but we were to that point ....we were left scratching our heads thinking "huh?" Then little SmileyFace got started. I had nursed him and had planned on him sleeping in the car on the way. But then my mom ran late getting home and so now he was ready for his supper. Well, we were already late so we finally decided to just stay home. We will go in the morning instead. Yes, I know it will probably be worse but at least we will have had sleep and be rested for the battle!
But then, the plot thickened. The Guitarman called home to tell us where he was, what he was doing, who he was with and when he would be home. AAAHHH! Where are my children?
Ha! I am loving your blog! This cracks me up!
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