Yesterday was atrocious. It doesn't even bear discussion. The kids were awful all day. Mary Grace threw a technicolor hissy fit after ballet. I was so embarrassed. After a craptacular afternoon of misbehavior, Bumpa took us out for dinner, and the kids were mortifyingly bad. Bedtime took months. It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (except for the going-out-for-dinner-part - thanks again Bumpa!)
Ironically, yesterday morning started off fairly well, but there was a rapid downhill curve. Every single time that BJ and I discuss adding another pretty (or handsome) baby to our brood, the kids take it upon themselves to remind me that I am barely holding on to my sanity, here, and another kid (an infant, no less!) would send me, screaming, right over the edge.
Today has been better, so far (knock wood). Mary Grace completed her language study at the university today, and earned $40. We talked about it, and I told her that she could spend half now, and that we'd put the other half in her piggy bank. She agreed, so we went shopping. I got her a few new outfits at Kohl's (school clothes for spring are limited around here), then we went to lunch at Chick Fil A (they had free kids' meals from gymnastics), then we went to Target and got the new Tinkerbell movie, which is currently failing to hold the kids' attention.
The funniest thing happened though. On the way from the mall to the Chick Fil A, I was sitting at a stoplight when I heard someone rev their engine. I was first in line for the light, so I looked toward the other lane and these two young guys were waving at me and gesturing that they wanted to race. I laughed, since I was in my minivan, then revved my engine and blew their doors off when the light changed. It was really funny, and for a moment I felt like a hot young thing again.
I've still got it.