We just moved to one of the best neighborhoods. There are tree lined streets, great gardens, amazing parks with in a mile. However, there is some light road construction going on right now that has closed down the road to the the park, so it really is much easier to just drive. Hallelujah! So, this morning in order to get ready for the park we start about an hour in advance. Here is how that went...
I haul all three children upstairs and dig through what little clothing is in their drawers seeing as I still have yet to switch the laundry. I finally find three decent outfits, a little ratty, but whatever its just the park. I track down ALL three children who are playing tackle mania on my bed and tossing books at each other, of course. Once I grab one and hold them down long enough to get their shirt on- someone starts to cry. This process continues about another 20 minutes until all three children are properly dressed. It sounds insane right? What is wrong with this woman? Why on earth does it take her THAT long to just get them dressed? Tell them to sit still and wait, be the boss. I know, it was an epic fail. But there is always next time, right?
Next we roar like a heard of wild stampeding elephants down the stairs to get our shoes on! Horray! That is always fun. Everyone loves a good game of "WHERE THE HELL IS YOUR OTHER BOOT?"... am I right? LONG story short...we finally track down all the shoes and get them on.
Awesome, lets do it! We are READY! Oh, wait the damn dog hasn't gone out. Yes, as if I didn't have enough going on lets get a dog. Everybody needs a dog, the are amazing (eye roll). Ok Gauge, outside....
As the dog does his thing, I load my children up into the van, answer the ringing phone and grab cuppys and a nice ice cold jug of water for myself. After everyone is loaded I head to the back yard where I find Gauge running after the neighbor and his dog. I finally catch the bastard and he doesn't even have his collar on... thank you Bella. Yes, Gauge's collar does make a nice belt- feel free to take it off whenever you please it serves no purpose of course. I lasso Gauge with my purse and lug my pulling, fighting 100lb fat lab back to the yard. Yes, I left him there in his fenced area and went to the park. I secretly hoped he would escape while I was gone. (He didn't- he took a nap. Lucky bastard)
Once we get to the park we scream and play for about 45 minutes. We shove each other down the slide. Push each other off the spinny thing, and argue over whose turn it is to ride the bouncing dinosaur. It was a total blast and a half.
After our adventure at the park we come home eat some lunch (which is a blog post for another day) and head for nap. Ah, yes, nap time. The only thing that keeps mothers from drinking during the day.
After all the screaming, fighting, crying, and yelling... we end the morning with "I love you Bellllla, I love you too Tucker J." Adorable. And made the whole mess worth it. The End.
