When we left for Houston last week, I made sure not to grocery shop prior to our departure. That meant, when we left, we were out of milk and juice and bread and deli meat and cereal and a variety of other things that we use on the regular. Genius idea, right?
Wrong.
When you get home after 11:00 pm and you're super-tired, the last thing you want to do is think about any of that stuff...so you don't. It isn't really a big deal at night, but when your kids wake up in the morning, to find that the only kind of juice we have is cranberry, this is a minor problem. Luckily, we had poptarts, so breakfast wasn't a total disaster.
But then, before I knew it, it was lunch time. I have one kid who refuses to eat any kind of sandwich except peanut butter and jelly, and I have another kid who is allergic to peanut butter and will only eat turkey sans bread. Normally, this isn't an issue, but like I said, I made them eat all the food and didn't restock.
Lunch was a creative affair: N had an uncrustable (typically slated for school lunches only) chips, blueberry muffins, and an applesauce. B had chicken nuggets that I found in the freezer, chips, peaches, and applesauce. And I purposely ignored the fact that I had a paper due at midnight.
Instead, I went back into my room to lounge on my bed (I love my bed at my dad's but nothing compares to being in your own bed in your own home) and tried to catch up on my dvr...except for that it's having issues recording things. I need to have Dish come replace it (they've already offered several times) but first I want to clear my dvr. See the catch-22? Life is so complicated.
Finally, I dragged us out of the house and off to Target to get "6" things, but on the way, I had this genius idea. These ideas are typically never good, but I decided (on a whim) to make goodie bags for B's class. See, he turns 7 tomorrow, and since his birthday actually falls on a school day, I wanted to make it special.
So first we went to Party City, where he wanted to get every single kind of candy and noisy toy imaginable. I told him to pick one toy and stickers. He looked completely depressed until I reminded him that we had candy at home I could put in the bags...then he perked right up. After careful consideration, he chose a kazoo and sports/stars stickers. I splurged and let him pick a pencil, too and he picked some pretty fantastic goodie bags, too.
Then there was Target. They drove me crazy on every aisle: fighting, touching each other, goofing around. I already knew I needed a vacation from their vacation, but I literally told them in the "lunch box/chip" aisle that if I heard one more word, they were both going to bed as soon as we got home. The time at that moment was approximately 3:47.
We finished getting our groceries and went to check the dollar spot...because you just never know what you'll find there. What we found was Angela! She's one of the moms from N's baseball team, and she and I will both swear that we're kindred spirits. We just met a few months ago, but we totally click. I wished, on more than one occasion, that we were home this last week so our kids could play and we could have grown-up talk. She's a lot of fun, and always knows where I'm coming from when my kids are making me insane...mostly because she's right there with me.
I realized, while talking to Angela, that N needed an intermediate basketball for practice that starts tomorrow, so after we finished at Target, I threw caution to the wind and left my freezer stuff in the trunk while we ran into Sports Authority to grab a ball and return a Longhorns shirt N decided he didn't want. Twenty minutes later, I was reminded why I try my best to avoid Sports Authority...not because of their lack of selection, but because their employees are not the fastest cars on the racetrack.
When we were almost home, N mentioned that we forgot to get milk, so we stopped at Market Street and ran into 3 people we knew. Joy. We got home, ate dinner, and I started on my literary review of the death penalty. I originally chose the topic because I've already done a research paper or two on the subject, and I figured that would help. It didn't.
Now I have more deadlines in my immediate future, but the good news is that one of them is a reflective paper. I can knock that one out pretty quickly, but here's what I don't understand... Why must all college professors make their papers due on the exact same day? Wouldn't life be so much easier (for everyone, not just the girl who has 3 papers due on the same day on vastly different subjects) if each subject was required to stagger the major papers? History papers are due mid-October, government the first week of November, and so on and so forth? No? Well, I think it would be way easier and would streamline my life...
And, as we all know...this is obviously all about me...
Aubs
P.S. I have to go "special occasion dress" shopping this week to find a dress for a fairly fancy Christmas party. I don't want the dress to be long, but I also don't want it to be super-form fitting. Any thoughts?
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