I know you have been waiting with bated breath, so I will dive on in.
Then I return home and work. That's drafting boring legal documents, so just put your imagination on the boring setting and run with it. (Although, I truthfully enjoy it, and don't find it tooooo boring.)
Buddy gives me this face, so I pile him in the car with me to pick up the kids from school (and just like that the morning is gone, sigh. How can the hours from 4:30-7 be so long, and 9-1:30 so fast?).
Dell Harper and I hit up Earthfare for some random items, including a pizza for their dinner with the babysitter the next night (whoop!).
I don't know why Dell Harper looks like LL Cool J here.
Until Deeds starts wailing and failing his nap entirely. I go back up to deal with him. On the way downstairs, having accomplished nothing, as he is wailing even louder, I am greeted by Dell Harper. She is a bit giddy, yet a little nervous. This is not a good sign. Trailing behind her on the stair runner and clumps of sand.
I then did what is known in the common parlance as losing my shit. Before you think I am treating my nascent three-year too harshly, please note that she knows the rules with the sand. Namely it does not leave the kids' table or preferably, its tray. Plus, I have no idea how to get this out of her hair. It is embedded, determinedly clinging to every wispy strand.
She gets put in the shower, as I hope the force of the water will get this damn stuff out. DH is wailing (she rarely gets in trouble, so when she does, it's the end of the world, dramatic sob), and I can hear Deeds still crying.
Sensing the need to take a break from my dependents, I scrap dinner making plans, and pack everyone up for my happy place.
Time for Jazz.
For dinner we meet Morgan at DH's favorite fine dining establishment- S&S Cafeteria.
She's all over the place, and Deeds is losing it because he did not nap. Generally, its a dinner to send one's stress hormones flying all about the place. Luckily all the elderly people find the children adorable and charming regardless, and the other families are quite frazzled themselves.
Morgan leaves early with Deeds to get that little monster in bed, and I hustle DH home, and read books at top speed.
I survey my closet, realize I have nothing to wear to this black-tie thing we have the following night. Morgan is on a work call, but I manage to nab his attention, let him know he's in charge, and I head for a late-night trip to the mall. Wild and crazy.
I nab this dress from Dillards (not on their website) in black and white stripes, with a hot pink border at the bottom. (note- it's Eliza J, $138, and I got a TON of compliments on it. Kate Spade look at a quarter of the price? Yes, please!)
And what a perfect way to end this post, since it's past ten and I'm ready to dive into my bed right now.