Someone asked me if I had big plans for today. So, here is today (thus far. It's 1:35 in the afternoon as I type this).
Today:
Went to bed about 1am. Was joined by a 4 and 6 yr old sometime around 4 courtesy of a lovely storm. Rain = good. But now it's just gloomy. No sun. No rain. I only know it was 4am'ish because I asked Seth what the numbers were on the clock and vaguely recall a 4 being mentioned. Got up at 6am to start my day.
Breakfast, boys dressed, etc.
Woke Max at 7:40 to take Seth to school.
Dropped Seth off at 8:10.
Drove to Avon. Confirmed that the [expensive] navigation update disk did not update the navigation. There is no second exit for Rockville Road. Next exit, turn around, back on, drove back to first exit to get off.
Went to Michaels. Max decided it would be more fun to ride in the large part of the cart. Okay, Luke can walk. Found the frame we went for. Shortest version of THAT story: bought 2 frames Sunday, got home and discovered one was the wrong size. Took it back yesterday. Frame size I need is on clearance so no more at our store. "Avon might have them." So, I found it. I think. Bought two in case they aren't quite identical to the first one so I have two that match. Threw some acrylic paint in the cart for a little DIY project. Looked up 3.2 seconds later to see Max covered in one of the acrylic paints. Fleshtone. Too bad it's all over his shorts. And sandals. And legs. And fingers. And hands. Max is not a huge fan of messy. Walk around the store hoping it dries quickly so I don't end up covered when I get him out of the cart. Max decides it would be more fun to stand in the cart. I instruct him to sit. I calmly suggest again that he sit. No go. I quietly discpline Max. He builds up, w/quivering lip to a full on screaming sob (the norm if you even look at him funny. Or if my mom sneezes in his presence). Not to be deterred I finish shopping while he proves his lung capacity to other shoppers.
Bed Bath & Beyond is next door. We just redecorated the boys' bath with stuff from there so I walked in to see if they had the missing bath rug. No.
Load up into the car. Drive to Hobby Lobby. Notice Gordman's next door is open. Go in. Max wants the big part of the cart again. Okay. Luke is walking. But not obeying. Scoop Luke up and plop him into front of cart. Pray he's not heavy enough to tip the cart (and Max) forward. Proceed to listen to Luke tell me everything I touch is "boring." But that it would be better if he could see it from out of the cart. Argh. Partway through he takes my hand and I think how sweet. Then he smashes said hand into a booger he wiped on the cart.
Moving on to Hobby Lobby. They have nothing that I went for but I end up with $11 of beads instead.
Head to Sonic drive thru for my massive cranberry limeade (the main reason I chose to look in Avon for the frames) and the boys' slushies. Not realizing that purchasing Max a slushie would result in him screaming, "Mom, oossieeeeeee!" [Mom, juicy.] Every 43 seconds the entire ride home.
Swing into gas station/Blockbuster Express for a movie. Find they don't have the movie I wanted to see. Oh, but they do have ChipWrecked, which the boys have now seen probably seven times but still love.
Get on interstate. "Mom, oossieeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Get off at alternate exit for RedBox. Wait f.o.r.e.v.e.r. for woman in front of me to rent a movie called 'Machine Gun Preacher.' She excitedly tells the people she is with how she has been trying to get this movie forever. Yeah, they have my movie (and it does not involve clergy and weapons).
Drive home. Race to the restroom. This is an uncharacteristic moment but I must admit here that I have not figured out how to use the restroom in public with my entourage, so I just don't.
Ahhh. Now time for lunch. And the remainder of the slushies.
Thud. Luke just spilled his strawberry slushie on the only part of the kitchen floor that I mopped yesterday. Must. Go. Nap. I mean clean. Must. Go. Clean.
