You know what I love?
I typically try to treat myself to one night out (aka a hey! I’m single and ready to mingle, or just stand there with my other single friends (who rock, by the way, and are especially entertaining when drunk) and watching other couples twirl around the dancefloor. )
Not this weekend, though.
No siree! Or ma’am, whatever you may be.
This weekend, I proudly knocked out #22 on my 101 in 1001 days list.
I two-stepped the night away (ok, I’m lying, it was only to like – 3 songs – but still). Apparently, according to my brave partner (seriously, he was brave to ask me, I had no idea what I was doing & had lost count of how many drinks I had had) I am pretty good – as long as you keep me talking so I don’t think about what I am doing. Tada!
So that’s that.
My weekends do not usually consist of shopping. But unfortunately I needed to grab some essentially non essential items, so I toted all my kiddos out to Wally World (aka WalMart if you’re not down with my lingo). Have you tried going to the store with 4 children? No? You should try it. No really – go borrow some children and try it. In different age groups.
Better birth control than those sex ed classes we took in highschool, let me tell ya!
Nah but really. When I have to tote all my kiddos, I literally make a strategy plan while walking into the store. Which departments to visit first, how to get in, get out, and get it done with as little nonsense as possible (which is next to impossible). I know I look like “that mom that really has her shit together” cuz I’ve been at this for awhile, but how I look sure doesn’t make me feel any less crazy.
Always nice to be greeted by a huge turkey when you’re entering the store though, they should have those around all year long, ya know what I’m sayin?
Then of course someone has to fall asleep, because in all my planning for this, I didn’t take into account that she woke up 2 hours earlier than usual, therefore would likely need a nap earlier. Go Mom!
Which then results in me having to carry her, and the littler one being very unhappy with the fact I was not carrying her instead. Which then resulted in me no longer looking like that mom that really has her shit together. Rock on.
Sunday I decided to try and knock out another thing from my 101 in 1001 days list – #93. I’m not quite ready to mark that one off the list though. Evidently I can’t seem to gauge how much product is enough product. Next time – more product.
& taking baby & me selfies, to document that she does let me snuggle her every now & then, seemed like a good idea.
If you really know me, you know that^ is my “Hey!” face. It’s a thing I do. Don’t worry if you haven’t gotten on my level just yet, you’ll get there one day – if you’re lucky.
Also, in case you weren’t aware, it’s the cool thing to do to grab a seasonal prop & take a photo with it. Better yet, try to immitate it. Not sure I nailed that expression, but pretty close, eh?
When I think about it, weekends are chaotic. There’s kids running around everywhere, all day long. I’ve been told by several friends that it seems like I am always cleaning (ya know, random text: wyd? Answer: Cleaning. You?” Yea that.) I always seem to look forward to the weekend, but I am pretty sure I feel more drained by the time the weekend is over than I do at the end of the week! Motherhood, gotta love it!
You know what else I love?