This morning, I was forced from dreamland entirely too early by N, who wanted to know if he could watch videos on his iPod. Apparently, a conversation took place, and I gave him the go ahead to rot his brain with Captain Sparkles videos about Minecraft. I'm not even sure if that's accurate, but go with it. A couple of hours later, at approximately 9:30, B came crawling into my bed...smooshing his ice cold piggies up against my toasty warm leg. Nothing says, "Good Morning, Mom!" like ice-cold appendages.
Simultaneously, my phone started buzzing. Angela had messaged me to see if I had both boys. I called her, since she refuses to put numbers into her phone until she upgrades, and we agreed that technology sucked the life out of our children and they needed to be outside. We both removed video games and electronic devices from our children for the day, mostly because we're cruel and we deal in all forms of unusual punishment. We made plans to meet at Kid Kountry, and I rolled myself out of bed. My Keurig had just finished brewing whatever ridiculously bold blend it was that I'd blindly shoved in there when the power went out.
I absolutely HAD to take a shower, so I opened the blinds in my room and took a shower with the door wide open so I could see. Unfortunately, I hadn't stopped to consider what I'd do to dry my hair, so the end result was basically what would happen if I stuck my finger into a live electrical outlet. Needless to say, it wasn't attractive. I loaded up a bag of snacks and water, since Angela is always prepared and I never bring stuff, and off we went.
Do you ever wonder for a split second if your power went off because you forgot to pay your electric bill? The boys asked me if I forgot to pay it, but I told them the power was out all over our complex, and hoped that we'd be able to get out of the gates. Luckily, they were open, so we made it to the park without major incident.
After well over two hours of glorious girl time and minimal child complaints, we parted ways with the intention of getting together again tomorrow, but for baseball instead. I'm so glad I have Angela...can I just say that right now? We are so like-minded, and I desperately hope our younger boys end up on the same team this spring. I'm not holding my breath, but there are a lot of kids, so it's always possible.
We went to get an oil change (I'm supposed to get one at the dealership tomorrow when I get my visor replaced, but I hate listening to them try to sell me all the stuff I "need" so I paid a little more for one so I wouldn't have to listen, but I'm pretty sure I'll get stuck listening to them attempt to up sell me on something else instead.) and then went home so I could knock out four discussion boards before my 6pm deadline.
We hadn't had enough of the great outdoors yet, so we went to the playground at our apartment complex instead, and the boys played some game that N made up with a bunch of the other boys, and I read "Sparkly Green Earrings" by Melanie Shankle who writes Big Mama blog. I highly suggest reading her trials and tribulations of motherhood. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and you might even do them both while reading the same sentence. But, most of all, you'll probably say, "Thank God, I thought I was the only one who _____________."
I loved it. And I genuinely hope there's more from her. Plus, she lives in San Antonio, so we're practically family. She obviously got all the skinny genes...which reminds me, I still need to do squats.
And while we're on the subject, I'd like to announce that I'm a mere 10 days away from finishing round 2 of the squat challenge. I feel like I've sufficiently recovered from my gymnastics-related injury, so it might be time to reincorporate abs into my routine.
You know, if I can find them underneath all the flab.
Aubs
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