Catchin' Up

I didn't drop off the face of the Earth, but I have had sick kids and a menarige of everyday setbacks. In the spirit of picking up where I left off, which is really the only place to pick up, right? here we go:

I braved the weather Monday and headed to Kroger to do some major shopping. I wasn't really feeling it, but we had an employee discount that was expiring Nov. 30th and if you know me, you know I can't resist a coupon. Will did quite well, I filled two buggys with staples for the kitchen and bathroom along with essentials like a Buzz Lightyear sippy cup for $5. As the weather grew colder, and the rain started to drizzle we headed to the van and loaded up the huge $260 worth of product.

Then came the turn of events that all mothers have experienced, lived through, and still remember with horror.

Mel decided he needed contacts, he also decided it was me who should get them. Remember I told you Will had acted quite well for the Kroger trip. We were about 1 1/2 hours in when we parked at the eye doctor. I had this strange premination that it was gonna be bad, but I had to have the contacts, I mean the hubby has to be able to see in order to effectily do his job, which in turn pays for the $260 of groceries.

We enter, and Will takes off in a sprint. He couldn't of remembered this place, it had been like a year since he had been inside. I hurry around the corner and find his grubby little hands grasping a $150 pair of black frames. He wants to try them on, which consists of stretching the sides as far as possible before slipping them on. I quickly take them away, he screams, I pick him up, he bows his back, we struggle and I win out.

He procedes to scream as if someone were breaking his leg, the lady is trying to help me (quickly, wonder why?) and his weight wins. I have to sit him in a chair with the instructions that his bottom better not move from the seat until I'm ready to go. This is the point where he begins to scream "I want my daddy, I want my daddy". I'm thinking to myself: "I want your daddy too son, but guess what he's not coming." I signed the debit card reciept, didn't look to see how much they charged me could of been a million dollars, and we hit the road. I shall henceforth be known as the lady with the horrible demon possessed toddler, won't be going in there any time soon.

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Heavy frost this morning. Ever explain frost to a couple of small kids? Goes something like this:

Kids: "Mama, it snowed!"

Me: "No it didn't snow, that's frost, it just means it's really cold outside. You're gonna need a "real" coat today."

Kids: "Frost like Frosty the snowman. Can we play in the snow?"

Me: "It isn't snow. There is nothing to play in."

Kids: "Will it frost in the morning?"

Me: "I don't know, probably if it's really cold."

Kids: "Then can we play in the snow tomorrow and build a snowman?"

Me: "Yeah, sure."

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