Dear Diary, Saturday October 20, 2018
I wish I could wimpyly sleep in on a Saturday morning. Oh wait. That's what I did. The kids fended for themselves. The children ravished any food they could find lying around. Somehow they didn't find the cereal I bought the other day... We never have cereal so I thought for certain they would find it. The 3 littles played kitchen and watched shows. I'm certain K did for a while, but then he did all of his chores, practiced piano, fed the lizard, read his scriptures, said his prayers, cleaned his room. Everything but his work out. Turns out he wanted to go play. When he was done he played outside for a while and then asked to go play at a friends house. I can't say no when the kid is an A kid. After I finally emerged from my hobbit hole hiding place aka my bed we all got ready and started the long process of cleaning up after C.... Ya, that kid is a walking tornado.
It felt good to get stuff done. The house finally doesn't seem like a bomb went off. There is still a lot to be done, BUT the bomb pieces have been picked up. It makes it a happier place to be. I've always loved things in order. I'm a wimp in a dirty house.
My friend Sarah invited us to go play soccer around lunch time with their family. It was so much fun. It was so nice to have fresh air and to RUN. It was on a small basketball court, but sweating and laughing with the kids soothed my soul. Sarah's husband is TDY until May, so having a partner in crime is so nice. There's just something nice about having a friend going through what you are going through at the exact same time.
When we got back EM and K stayed and played for a while and I put C down for a nap. EJ hung out and watched shows while I did some more cleaning and then we snuggled for a while. I was pretty exhausted.
Then, we went and picked up my Super Saturday crafts. Don't let the super fool you into thinking super hero. Crafts that are pretty much made up for me. I'm not crafty. I'm wimpy remember.
Then, we drove around town and calling about 10 different pharmacies/instacares looking for stupid flu shots. No one in town is willing to give a 3 year old the flu shot. It is the most absurd thing I've heard... One of the more likely age groups to catch the flu and yet no one would vaccinate my child.
And, our doctors office on the military base doesn't have flu vaccines....... If my children catch the flu, this Mama is going to go Mama Bear on someone.
So, to calm myself down we all stopped at the store and I bought icecream AND a treat, because just trying to get flu shots for 5 people was a nightmare. Imagine when we all actually receive said shot...
I feel my wimpyness getting stronger. Not to mention the right click on a laptop doesn't let you spell check so my handwriting is in fact wimpy.
We watched Alexander's No Good Very Bad Day after dinner of hot dogs, which were fabulous. And then add the ice cream and staying up late. It was a good day after all. Especially after watching that movie with a Mom and a Dad with 4 kids and bombing the day basically it made me feel like a rock star Mom.
And then I realized I hadn't gotten a text in a while. And that Captain Wimpy pants is still "trying" to sleep. I hope he is sleeping somehow...
And I miss him. And now I feel wimpy again.
Here's to hoping tomorrow involves less ice cream and less wimpyness. Earlier bed time and maybe better spelling.
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