well... the weather has me distracted. distracted from housework and meal-planning and laundry... and blogging.
yes, the laundry monster may have taken over, but we have been enjoying the early spring immensely around here. hopscotch, playing store and sliding on the slide (on our bellies) of course reign the day.
funny story... for those that know me, this isn't anything new. so... my husband had a boy's day yesterday (read: ten hour golf outing, but i digress) seeing as it's also my weekend and my constant need to get something done, i took the girls out to run a couple of errands before our picnic lunch, walk at the park and backyard fun.
we went to lowe's. now, i *never* normally take them out with me... and yesterday confirmed why. they're at that age where they try to wriggle out of everything. here i am with them in a cart with the two-seater thingy attached (which makes the stupid cart about 25 feet long). I have a list of things to pick up and they start screaming and wriggling from the moment i enter the store to the moment we leave.
anyhow so i'm looking for a couple of glass replacement for our overhead lights upstairs. how one of them cracked is still a mystery considering it's *on the ceiling* but i know the one in our bedroom was smashed when we were getting ready for a party at our house. our little house is busting at the seams and to alleviate some space downstairs, pete brought the trampoline that the girls jump on in the living room up to our room. i actually have no idea what he was *doing* up there to somehow break the light, but he says he was lifting it up over the bed and somehow caught the handle on the light, smashing it to smithereens... that party was around thanksgiving and i've been staring at that light every night when i lay down to bed. it's driving me nuts.
so fast forward to yesterday. i ask the guy at lowe's where i can find the part i need. i manage to guide my monster truck of a cart with two wild toddlers into the aisle (full of glass) and there is some sort of staff meeting going on. there are about ten guys standing there. as i pick out what i need, molly starts in on the 'what's that mommy?' 'what's this mommy?' 'what's that FOR?' if i ignore her, she just gets louder so have gotten in the habit of kind of narrating what i'm doing. it at least gets them to shoosh for at least two seconds.
... so molly says, 'what's that thing for mommy?'
... 'oh.' i say. 'that's a piece of the house that daddy broke when he had the trampoline in the bedroom.'
and that's when i felt about 10 pairs of eyes on me and a big chuckle.
mommy's outta here!
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