Road Trip!

Well, yesterday I drove to Gaffney, SC to go shopping with my Mom. We met at the outlets off 85 in the morning. She was looking for a Coach pocketbook for my sisters oldest daughter that turns 16 on Friday. Coach, yes that wonderful bag I used to buy so many of before I had children that would require college tuition. The last bag I bought was when Jack was 2 and a 1/2 so six years ago. Wow! That long. Mom and I were again shopping at the outlets with Jack. Mom was watching him in the stroller while I shopped for the perfect bag for Jack to give me for Christmas. I found 2 that I liked so I let him choose which one he liked the best. He said, "Mommy please stop you're scaring me." Both my Mom and I busted out laughing. I believe he said this because he knew I was having lots of fun shopping and I usually say that to him when he is having lots of fun playing wildly. You really have to watch what you say around my kids because you never know when it will come back to bite you on the behind.

Mark knew we were going shopping and he left me a voice mail on my cell phone which I rarely have on or answer. He wanted to know if the Governor of SC had come to shake my hand for personally boosting the economy in SC. He has such a sense of humor. OK so back to our shopping trip. This trip was so Mom could get her gift and so I could get shoes for my kids. The each needed dress shoes and tennis shoes. Mark also through in the fact he could use some dress shoes too. Osh Kosh was having a big sale and so was the Nike outlet.

It's not a good idea to go shopping with your kids to an outlet mall that has a playground. That is all I heard the entire time I was shopping. Can we go to the playground yet? Can we go to the playground now? Mommy the playground is that way. I am sure you have heard it too.

My sister and her girls came to meet us for lunch and do a little shopping. So I told the boys if they could behave during lunch that they could go to the playground. They sat like little angels while they ate their pizza and we caught up on all the latest gossip from home. After lunch Mom sat while the kids finally played at the playground. My sister and the girls went and did some more shopping. We hit a few more stores and made our way back to the playground. Thomas had hurt his hand on the pavement. He was fussing and holding his wrist. My sister said I should get some ice because it looked like it was swelling. Thomas immediately went into meltdown mode and was screaming oh,oh, what is swelling? We all laughed. He did not know what it meant but he knew it was not good. I looked at his other wrist to compare to see if it was truly swelling and they did not look that different and my sister said oh know they're both swollen. Well, that started the meltdown again. I asked him if he could wiggle his wrist and he said yes and proceeded to wiggle the one that was not hurt.

Well, he survived and is not in pain today. I am however. I have not been shopping like that in quite some time. I am really out of shopping shape.

Is it Monday? . . .

Actually this all happened on Tuesday. It might as well have been a Monday for me. I had to get up and get Jack to school and look good. Ok, now when I say look good I mean look presentable enough to be seen in public. You know you have those days where it does not really matter that you did not get a bath or comb your hair because you are only going through the drop off line. Well, not today. I had to take Jack in because his class had done weather projects and they were on display for the parents to see that morning. Not only did I have to look presentable but so did Thomas. He was going to school after I dropped Jack off and saw his project.

Now that you have the back story; I jumped up and got my bath fixed my hair and then had to get the kids ready. Yes, I do have a husband but for some reason he believes that during the week his only responsibility is to get himself ready and go to work. So I get everybody their breakfast and fix lunch for Thomas. Out the door we go in record time. Naturally I run into everyone I know at Jacks' school. This is why I had to look presentable. I walked and looked at all the kids projects and oohed and ahhhhed at everything.

Now I am off to take Thomas to school. We got there really early compared to most days. Everyone seemed rather surprised to see us. I guess I really am that bad about getting out the door in the mornings.

And now on to the grocery store because I did not get everything I needed the last time I was there. I forgot my list. So here I go through the store talking to myself racking my brain to remember what I needed. I had to order cupcakes for the Easter party, sugar, sweet and Low, and a few other little items. I finally found my sugar and put a bag in my buggy. I went on to the cereal isle and looked for Thomas' cereal. I finally found it and started to the next item and I stepped in a pile of sugar on the floor. Where did that come from? Oh my gosh! It was pouring out of my buggy. I picked up my bag of sugar and proceeded to the check out ladies to inform them there was a clean up on isle 8. I did not realize but I had a little trail of sugar going through the store where I had been shopping. I was rather embarrassed. I apologized and finished my shopping. If Thomas had been with me I do believe I would have blamed him for it. HA HA!! As I approach the register the nice lady that I had informed of my misfortune was bagging for the other counter. She announced, "There is the crazy sugar lady" and said she would help me on the next register. Well I made it home without incident, thank goodness. All I wanted to do was go to bed!

First Kiss. . .

OK, I have a situation. Thomas came home yesterday and told me he and another little girl in his preschool had kissed. When I asked him where he said," in my school." I actually meant where; like face, cheek, or nose maybe. Instead I got lips. Yes, he has had his first official kiss. Beth please tell Sarah I am sorry. Jack has not even been kissed yet. (thank goodness) When Mark came home I told Thomas to tell his Daddy what had happened at school. Mark asked him if he liked it and his eyes got real big and he nodded yes. Am I in for a long, long, long adolescence? He is only 5. HELP? Should I be worried? Mark told him he would get cooties. Of course that started a whole other issue.
The little girl is very cute and very nice. He has good taste.
If this is any indication as to what I am in for, I am not ready. For some reason I thought having 2 boys would be easy when it came to dating. Their Daddy was not interested in girls until he went to college. I could sure deal with that. Mark was to in to sports and being a boy. I am going to be raising two ladies men. What did I do to deserve this?

Ladies any advice?