Just going to blab about my day. Feel free to move on from this post if you are not interested in random goings on with myself.
I woke up this morning with a sore throat (still), but felt well rested. I have had a little bit of trouble with waking up at 3:00 or 4:00 am lately. Today I was actually able to sleep until 6:30am. Yay, right? I helped my kids get ready for school and, as always, had to remind them that teeth brushing is absolutely necessary and, no, they are not allowed to skip it. What is with my children and hating brushing their teeth? It’s like this epic war that has been waged since their first cutting of teeth. They’d bite me when I would do it for them, and now that they know how, every day is a battle to get them to do it. Anyway, I checked my daughter’s backpack to make sure she put her lunch in there. The last couple of weeks, she has forgotten to put her lunch in her backpack and forgot to take it to school. [Please note here that my daughter is a true blonde. She is so flighty and completely unaware of her surroundings. She walks into things constantly because she is in lalaland. It has to be genetic because I was that way as a kid.] Anyway, I was so proud of myself for being on the ball this morning. I checked and saw her lunch bag was in her packpack! Yess! Good girl!!
So after my husband walks them to school, we sit down at the dining table to eat some cereal and chit chat. I then see it. Yes, it. It being my daughter’s lunch. There it was, in all its delicious glory, sitting on the table – sandwich made and in its bag, a banana, applesauce, her spoon and her capri sun. Just. Sitting. There. UGH. She did not put her actual lunch in her bag. I guess I need to be MORE diligent next time. I vowed to take it to her later, after I had made myself presentable to the public.
I showered, got dressed, checked my email. My friend wanted to come over to hang out for some girl time today and I accepted, because if you know anything about my last two weeks, you’d know that I really needed a girl friend to talk to and hang out with.
She came over and we began talking about my daughter’s upcoming birthday party. I had no idea what I was going to do yet – I just knew that we were going to have a small, intimate gathering with a few of her friends and their parents and have a few games and lots and lots of food. She suggested a few places to get cakes from which turned into an adventure: Hey! Let’s go try cakes and order one!
So we hopped into her car, strapped the spare carseat in and went on our way. We went to two different Vietnamese bakeries to try different cakes. Since she is Vietnamese and I am not, I found this trip to be quite amusing. She would talk/argue with the shopkeepers in Vietnamese, while I stood there looking pretty. 😉 She was able to haggle one of the decorators down in price and we finally settled on a cake, the theme and how big. I ended up ordering a delicious half caramel chocolate, half strawberry cake. I am excited to see how it turns out. I also bought some goodies at the bakery to eat after my lunch, because who can pass up a citrus basil white chocolate mousse? Not I!
We then found a restaurant and ate our lunch. I’m never going to remember the name of the dish I ordered, but it was delicious. It had rice noodles, spicy fish sauce, fresh basil, mint and cilantro, jalepenos, bean sprouts, onions, cabbage and barbecued pork. I shared with little duffy butt – who refused everything but the noodles and pork. He also ate some crab from my friend’s dish. Weirdo.
We walked around a little more, drove to Party City and walked around discussing party decorations when I saw that my duffy butt was drooping off to sleep. We decided to leave and come back to my place.
When I got home, he was sleeping in his seat. I removed him and put him directly into the stroller so that he would be ready to go when we needed to walk to the school to pick up the other two.
After messing with our front door that is starting to stick in the most ridiculous way, for a few good moments of thrusting myself at it, I was able to get inside of my house and I saw that my husband had messaged me on my iPad that the school had called because Lucy had no lunch. WHOOPS! I forgot to take her her lunch. I immediately felt like a bad, bad mom until I realized, there was nothing I can do. She’s not going to starve by missing one lunch and I will bring her the sandwich when I pick her up. She’ll be okay and I will make sure that she does not do it again. Since I don’t have a cell phone, they won’t be able to reach me anyway, if I need to be out of the house and goodness knows I am not cooping myself up in the house all day just so I may miss a phone call.
Anyway, on my way to pick them up from school, my toe started throbbing from walking on it all day, so I had to take my shoe off to be able to walk. I walked all the way to school barefoot. 🙂 I know everyone thinks that I am weird (and I am) but I love being barefoot, so this did not bother me in the least.
Picked them up, got invited to a birthday party and walked home in the hot, hot sun.
Once we got home, my little one had woken up from his stroller nap and was ready to play. He ate another banana and spilled my drink on the table. Silly little boy.
That’s about where I am at right now with the exception that I just snuck a cookie into the office so the kids would not see that I had one. Ha. I still got it.