Rating this post: random. Just a warning to keep your expectations in the appropriate place.
On Tuesdays I get to pick up my boys at preschool and spend the afternoon with them. Every Tuesday, I try to get something I need to do done, and do something they like to do as well. So of course we book it to Costco.
I They love the free samples, and they have 2 spots for them at the front of the cart. Brilliant. And they like to munch on pizza while mommy plays fast cart, slow cart, “sorry for crashing into your cart-oops”. I keep it real. We all didn’t pass drivers tests with flying colors.
So after that fun adventure and a mad older russian lady later; we go home. Nap time, fun time. Weeman, down. Score. B, not so much. He wasn’t cooperating-but I NEEDED a nap. There was no negotiating. 10 minutes into my beloved REM and a disney movie later, I hear the shot that knocks off Bambi’s mom, and a little munchkin is attempting to tape mommies eyes shut. Upon rising I see the damage:
Maybe it was a wee bit more than 10 minutes. I didn’t get all of it on camera, but I guess I better count my blessings. Could have been a sharpie, right? So then as I am crockpotting my life away I see this: