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| Me and the kids at Target. And one random stalker kid. |
Today, the last day of Christmas vacation was really random. The kids were wild, actually getting along, and giggling in the car instead of fighting. I didn’t even have to separate them by rows in the minivan. This is one reason I am driving a big hunkin’ van again, that wonderful third row seat. Honda knows how to do it right, it’s like an invisible sound barrier appears when you banish one child to the back. They giggled all the way through Target and walked behind me in duck style. When asked where they wanted to have lunch they screamed “Coldstone Creamery!!” Ice cream for lunch, you betcha, we sat outside on a bench in the sun and proceeded to have our lunch.
After getting settled in at home, Mom was exhausted and thought it was a good time for a nap. Well, hey they are ten years old now, can’t a Mom take a nap without any random chaos? After falling off his Whiplash scooter Little Dude decides he wants a sandwich. And Mom decides she is not getting off the sofa to make one. Well it would have been easier to just haul my butt off the sofa because the antics and questions that followed were random too.
“Mom, is this the bread I should use?”
“Mom, where’s the peanut butter?”
Crash, “I can’t reach the peanut butter.” A huge can of enchilada sauce barely misses his toes.
“Mom, do we have any jelly?”
After twenty minutes of twenty questions I haul my tired butt into the kitchen to see THE peanut butter and jelly sandwich that my son has created. Funny as it looked with barely anything on it, torn bread and stuff all over the countertop, I looked at him and said, “Good Job!”
In the meantime, Dear Daughter thinks she should have her own personal G-Mail account. After giving her my blessing, she proceeds to fill in the blanks with Little Dude right at her side irritating her helping her choose a wise username and password. This combination is like oil and water, it DON”T MIX. She proceeds to tell him off in her Dear Daughter style.
“Mommmmm, they want to send a verification code, should I have them text it to you?”
“Yes, sweetie, may as well, no nap happening here today”
We eventually made it to dinner via a caffeine jolt and Dear Daughter decides she wants to watch TV. She always seems to be in charge of choosing the channel and proceeds to name herself the “Channel Chick.”
OK, now that’s random!
It’s now bedtime and the twins are tucked in for a good nights sleep preparing themselves for the rude awakening that school starts in the morning. So it was a good day, we apparently visited the random orbit. I like that orbit, the day was easy and breezy and I hope to visit again soon.
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