Today was a day just like any other. I woke up to a blasting alarm and snoozed it...probably four times. I meticulously planned out everything about then next forty minutes before I needed to be at work, to spare me a few more minutes of bed time. What I was wearing, how long I would shower, what I needed to do. The excuses you make to avoid the alarm telling you "go".
Work was abnormally slow and peaceful. Less children, less noise. Odd! Octopi were constructed out of finger-prints and cheerios as suction cups on the tentacles. Googly eyes and all. Ah the joys of a five year old's art.
"Why do we do art projects at school, Brianna?" Good question, buddy. Alphabet and number flashcards, recess, tracing, tracing tracing, songs and circle time...the perfect summary of our calm morning with only three students.
As the day progressed and stinky diapers got stinkier, boys that I was supposed to be taking home from daycare after school, had gone a miss. They had simply not gotten off at the right bus stop. The race began. To their bus stop I went, leaving baby brother at the daycare. No boys. I whipped around baby bug and crusied down their drive way to see lights on. I couldn't help but smile when I called the boys from the front door, "Boooys?" .... long drawn out pause, with the TV int he background. "Brianna?"
"Where were you supposed to go after school today?"
"ROMAN!!! I told you! I TOLD you we were supposed to go to Deana's!"
"No you didn't Julian."
"YES!"
Squabbles of siblings. Piled them into the car at last to go retrieve the last of the Havens boys from Daycare. Lone solider greeted me with a grin and, more poop! 18 months of heavenly joy he is!
Did I mention I spent $18 on greeting cards today? For really no reason other than I could NOT choose just one, and they were all funny and cute. I have them all aligned on my desk with envelopes and no owners. I have no idea where they will go on their postal journey, but someone will receive one or two and hopefully have a great image of me sitting down in Hallmark in the "Random Misc. I Don't Have A Real Reason For Buying A Card" aisle.
Back to my three-musketeers. The boys and I ventured to Target, and then to Moctezuma's, a local Mexican restaurant. Now, word to the wise with three boys out to eat. Manage the tortilla chips. Although they are free, you would think the waiter put all-you-can-eat banana splits in front of us. Secondly, giving the baby full reign on the rice, beans, and a spoon? Maybe not your finest choice. Now, he really wanted to prove to his onlookers that he could tackle spooning this ginormous spoon of rice into his mouth...or onto his lap. Whatever works, you know. But trying to feed the baby after he's been feeding himself, definitely not an option. Instead, he may pick up a fork, and bang his plate with his fork and his spoon, as if it is a drum if you will. Keep that visual please. I will say, absolutely most precious thing. We couldn't help but laugh, oh but then that is encouragement! So he keeps banging his bean rice soupy pile and rice maybe starts flying toward his brother. Babysitter Brianna had some cleaning to do. And a big tip to leave. He just wanted to be a big-boy rockstar, that's all. He won the hearts no problem, so he was a success of all smiles. Presley Aron, ladies and gentlemen. Amee... your sons are champions, let me say.
What made the whole thing worth is was immediately upon sitting down Ro said to me "Brianna, thank you for buying us dinner." Gold. Whatever happened the rest of the meal would be great after that.
The only thing that could end this day in a better way would be a blow-out diaper from Pres himself. Success. Achieved by 7 pm!
Goodnight, readers.
Tomorrow is a new day of laughs. <3
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