Sad but True

I had an appointment for the boys this morning, just a regular check up appointment.  But for some God-forsaken reason I made it for buttcrack of dawn time slot . . . ok, not so much . . . 8:30am.

But to pull off being somewhere, across town, by 8:30am I had to proceed to pull myself from my nice warm blankies by 6:30am . . . and that’s pushing the time frame. I gotta have time to get a cup of coffee (at least) into my system before steering a vehicular with my precious bundles inside.

So that’s how our morning started. We ate breakfast on the road cuz apparently we were out of fast food breakfast (i.e. cold cereal, bread for toast, etc) so chocolate milk and sugar cookies held us over until we got home. Ok, that’s a really bad breakfast . . . even a stupid-head like myself knows that.

But to furnish breakfast when we got home, we had to do a store run.  We were, miraculously at the check up appt. for an hour . . . an hour, mostly waiting . . . for something that was scheduled. grrr. Anyhoo, got to WalMart Superstore . . . gotta love it.  I do love cheap prices, hence the reason we go there. Got the bare essentials for a decent breakfast . . . well now a brunch cuz by the time we unloaded the car it was 10:20am and finally ate a nice, well-balanced meal.  Though I think they had filled up on sugar cookies cuz the breakfast was, for the most part, ignored.

Man, the words . . . I’m so wordy.  Anyhoody, I wrote this to say that we don’t go many places.  We are super duper poor right now, which is fine cuz my husband is doing swimmingly at school and he’ll do even better as a fireman once he has graduated with his paramedic and fire suppression degrees . . . so suck it up, I will!! But we only use the one car and he usually has it.  The boys and I do go places, when the weather cooperates, using the trusty double stroller and some good old leg action; we’re blessed to be by a busy commercial district. That’s nicely put.

The boys . . . thats what I want to write about . . . back to the subject at hand . . . see post ‘Dysfunction of Sorts’ to understand me better. 

Tobias and Samuel (Samuel was mostly feeding off T’s excitement) were both so excited to be going on a car ride. The whole ritual of finding cute clothes, watching me put their socks and shoes on . . . packing the diaper bag/’bring lots of clothes cuz Toby is being potty trained’ bag . . . their little sippy cups, diapers for Sam (and T if the need arises), snacks (sugar cookies . . . yeah, major grocery store run in the works), blankets and coats.  I think I covered it . . . too exhilerating . . . reading the contents of a woman’s diaper bag.

So excited they were!! Too bad they just got measured, weighed and other fun check-up stuff and a jaunt around Wally World . . . but they enjoyed their outing today.  And they loved the car ride.  You should have heard Tobias go on and on about the ‘Yig Trucks’ (translated Big Trucks) and the jps (jeep wranglers . . . not sure where this obsession came from . . . I’m personally not a fan of the warmed over redneck vehicle myself) and cooool cars (speaks for itself) and mtrsickles (motorcycles) . . . Ah, I’m sure there’s more but I will cut your boredom short a bit. Sorry about that. When we go on walks he sees many many vehicles and things but apparently they are much more interesting out a car window.

We then proceeded to take naps . . . I mean the boys took their naps . . . and then spent every waking second outdoors afterwards cuz the sun was shining and it was warm . . . 60 degrees or so warm! Nice!! A walk is good for all involved!!

So, that was my day . . . not so much going on.  I feel like I’m just hanging out waiting for something to happen . . . all the time. Its weird.  I’m usually a busy sort and find it very hard sometimes to deal with the circumstances at hand . . . but by God’s grace I’m doing, somewhere between Ok and good. Sometimes not so ok, but that’s rare nowadays.

God Bless!!

Ok, a picture is worth a thousand words. I’ll try to keep it under 500. The dog, as much as he is adored, he is loathed . . . I don’t know why I can’t come to love him fully . . . perhaps it is because he is my sole responsibility and no one else’s . . . even the hubby that really really really wanted a Jack Russell! Who wants a Jack? But he does amazingly well with the chitlins and doesn’t poop or pee (for the most part) on my floor, so he’s a keeper.  …that, and he’s indestructible. Its the only Jack we’ll ever get (which works fine cuz they average like 18 year life spans). This car ride took place about 4 weeks ago and we were coming home from church . . . note the shoe-less wonder (T), his pinkies peeking above the front seat. :)  The only thing missing is the treats and the juice . . . both seem to flow a bit freer when we’re on car rides; possible reason for car ride fanaticism.