Everyone is up by 7:00am. The dog has been out and fed. The kids are still in their pajamas and Jim is on his 3rd cup of coffee.
By 9:00am, we've had a failed attempt to buy PVC piping from Home Depot in order to construct a house frame for another play house for the kids. (The Bumble Bee cafe was a total dump and is now sitting in our garage, patiently waiting to be recycled.) We leave totally dejected and vow to go to Lowes, which will probably never happen, but mentioning this in front of the Home Depot workers makes me feel powerful.
By 9:30am, we're on our way to the Dollar Tree, which of course is at my request. (I was looking for marbles to make my butter, but they didn't have any. Where do you even buy marbles? Pretty sure they don't exist anymore.) We have a very successful trip; some may even say too successful! I tend to go bananas and think that I am some type of tycoon when I push my mini-cart around any variety of Dollar store, be it a Two, a Tree, or a General and I end up buy literally whatever my heart desires, because it's the dollar store damnit and it's the one place on earth I don't feel automatically compelled to shop frugally.
On our way home, we stopped at our local Growers Market to restock on smoked cheddar cheese. Jim splurged on a pumpkin pie and we hightailed it out of there because as the name implies at a local market, you're inevitably going to see someone you know with whom it's too awkward to even make eye contact about their Honey hobby. (Seriously though? Honey. Never in a million years would I have thought this person would have a Honey enterprise.)
Once we got home and settled, Jim indulged me in a Halloween craft project for the Grandparents. (You know what blows about the homemade craft projects is that I make 1 extra of whatever we're sending to the Grandparents, this allows me to give the best 3 to the them and we take the crap-that's-left-over for ourselves. So, that means that we have all of the projects ones with like 3 toes instead of 5, or where the kid isn't smiling. I'm pretty sure that our kids are going to think that all of the projects they did when they were little were of poor quality, when really, that's not the case. It's just that Mommy has very high standard, so I can't send the worst one out the other family members. Sigh.)
By 12:45pm, we we're on our way to our cousin's 6th birthday party. A plate full of chick-fila and fries with a side of birthday cake later, we headed off to what was to be our only "planned" activity of the day: the pumpkin patch.
We arrived at the pumpkin patch at 4:00pm and by this time the boys were asleep. I'm talking head-bobbing, mouth-wide-open good ole' fashioned nap. So I went into the road side stand alone. But it's ok, because I was able to get 4 cute pumpkins, half a dozen apples for the pie that we're baking tomorrow and some green onions for dinner in a matter of 15 minutes; which is virtually unheard of these days since most of the time, I have a screaming baby with me. Since there was no baby clawing its way out of a stroller or smashing me in the face with the butt end of a nail polish bottle, I thought I was home free, but I wasn't. When I started to try to push the mini-cart (hunh. Just realized that this day kinda involved a lot of mini-carts. Weird.) across the gravel parking lot, I realized that this wasn't going to happen. So, we held up the entire parking lot traffic flow to unload our goods into the trunk; we made sure we got out of there real quick.
A quick stop to the grocery store to get some random things, including: almonds, sesame oil and pie crust and we headed straight home.
Earlier, Cullen had been running around in the driving try to catch the leaves that were gusting up from our yard, so we decided to head outside for some leaf sweeping and picture taking.
By 5:20pm, we were off to Church. On our way, Jim realized that we hadn't put away the groceries. (Isn't that the worst feeling?!) Luckily, we weren't too far away, so Jim was able to drop us off while he ran home to put everything away. Cullen wasn't happy that Jim wasn't there and for the first 15 minutes, he kept saying, "Bye, bye, Church!"
Finally, after I caught up briefly with someone from high school, we came home and cooked dinner: an Asian influenced stir fry with beef, broccoli, green onions from the pumpkin patch, mushrooms, garlic, lite soy sauce, sesame oil and red peppers (which I picked out before I ate it; peppers me no likey!); delicious!
When the day’s events are laid out like this, it's easy to see how we can literally not know how we spent different portions of our day. Because for everything I included, there were like 100 things I didn't include: diaper changing, reading books, potty training, blogging, emailing, catching up with family, coloring, cleaning, etc. and when you put everything together, it's kind of a lot. But I guess that's ok, because doing a lot means there are lots of memories. Lots of stories. Lots of experiences and adventures and I'd take all of it, any way I can get it.
Please enjoy these scenes from us playing outside:
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