Have I ever mentioned how much I love Texas? Okay, I'll probably need someone to remind me of that in June, and pretty much every single day from July until mid-October, but I really do love it. The weather was warm enough to wear shorts & flip flops to the bus stop, and when I went to the dealership to get my visor fixed, I had the windows down and the music up.
I love days like that. It got even better when I arrived at the dealership and learned that the service sales guy I can't stand was off today. Yes, Virginia...there IS a Santa Claus! He's pushy and degrading, and it makes me wonder how he's managed to stick around for so long. I know I'm not the only one who's complained about him. They tried to charge me for warranty work, but I refused. I already knew it was covered, and they didn't want to take the time to check to make sure I was telling the truth...so, I stood there. And finally, they got the hint.
Why was I there in the first place? It's really kind of silly, and pretty typical "Aubs" behavior. My sun visors have the light-up mirrors, but only when you flip open the cover of the mirror. Pretty standard, right? Well, the cover broke off the driver's side visor, so each time I'd put the visor down, so as not to blind myself, I'd scare the living daylights out of myself by catching my reflection unexpectedly. Seriously, the boys would wait to see how long I'd notice, and scare myself to death. It's pretty funny...but then I felt like I was always looking at myself, and I'm not a big fan of that either. Luckily, my dad opted for the extended warranty (which seems to be a good idea when it comes to anything I touch/use on a regular basis), and it was covered. I wonder if they'll fix my door handle, too...the metal coating stuff is coming off and it keeps slicing my finger.
Sorry, that's entirely too much information. I was just really excited about not having to look at my face while driving and attempting to not be blinded by the light.
After I got home, I enjoyed the mid 70s temperatures, looked at some school stuff, and filed my taxes. Oh, yes...my Monday has been wildly interesting.
When the boys got home, I made N do his homework, announced we were having spaghetti for dinner, ignored the groans, and then we set off for the park. When I said, "We're going to the park!' I meant Kid Kountry. B meant Kid Kountry. N meant the playground at our apartment complex. His goal in life, I think, is to aim small, miss small. He did NOT want to go, and complained once we arrived, so I told him to go play in the mud.
Yep, that's right. I told them both to go play in the mud because we weren't going home...we were going to stay outside in the sun and fresh air, and we were going to like it. Dang it. So they took off, and they came back several times for snacks and drinks, and then they came back to relocate me to an area that was more spacious and where there wasn't a pack of women speaking German that I was trying to hard to decipher, but I'm HORRID at speaking/understanding German. You'd think three years in high school would've gotten me somewhere, but I still mix up "shit" and "shoot." It amuses my dad to no end, I think.
When we were done at the park and I had decided that I didn't really want to cook spaghetti after all, they convinced me that we could eat something else and save spaghetti for another night. So, we did. B had a chicken corn dog and green beans and yogurt. N had pizza rolls and green beans and fruit. I had broccoli cheese soup and green beans and garlic toast. Nobody complained. It was twilight zone-ish.
And, while B was in the shower (crying because he thought I was sending him to bed instead of washing all of the wood chip dust off of his body), I told N what we had going on for the rest of the week:
Tuesday - Chiropractor/Nana coming for dinner
Wednesday - N's getting a haircut. MOM WIN!! (And he honestly said it was time, I didn't force it.)
Thursday - Open House at school
Friday - Slumber party at the Oalmann's
Saturday - N slumber parties at his dad's house & I get one night of peace. Maybe.
So, if you're looking for me, you'll have to look really hard because I'm pretty sure all that will be visible is a blur.
Or a trail of water bottles/K cups.
Aubs
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