Friday morning I took the kiddos to BJ's to get the grocery shopping done. I finally had the monetary means to do so, and I allowed Pierce to walk the store with me instead of being in the cart with Carter. He loved the freedom of being out, and that was the best behavior I have had from him in a long time in the store. He actually wanted to ride along for a bit so he could color my shopping list. We had one scare, and that was when he thought he had seen my mom, and bolted down a side aisle, then into another, and I couldn't catch him in time. It felt like forever that I couldn't find him, and I was screaming his name. People saw me with the cart trying to get through, and nobody really moved. Finally I heard him yell GA! And that is when I found him and his little yellow fireman boots. The look of terror on his face when he realized it was not my mom melted my heart, and I am glad I was there and that I had found him safe and sound.
Later that afternoon, we headed to Imagination in Bristol (I really should just move to Bristol), and we attended their Wild About Animals event. Both of the kiddos LOVED it. As soon as we walked in, Pierce saw a llama standing there, and Carter started making noises like a horse. It was also awesome that unlike the Haunted House, they still had all of the exhibits open so the kids could play. And oh man did they play - after petting the llama. They played with 2 of their buddies that they love, and got to play with a couple of others they do not see that often. They also were able to play with bunnies and Great Danes; they saw owls and animal pelts. The boys saw Cha Cha the Rainforest Cafe frog, and Carter was enthralled with the guinea pig. As in he would not leave the guinea pig and kept giving it kisses. It was very cute. The only animal that Pierce was really captivated with that we had to go back a few times was? Tinkerbell - the horse he rides. He absolutely loves Tinkerbell, and all of us were very happy to see her and her owners.
After running like crazy, I had to rush the boys out so we could go ring bells with Nana at the church. And I had both boys with me since we were coming straight from there. To say it was interesting, would be the least descriptive terminology I could. Carter started out in my carrier, but ended up on the floor with Pierce - then Pierce kept trying to ring my bells with me, and Carter wanted Nana's bells. Thankfully Dan showed up about 20 minutes later, and rescued us from the kiddos. After that we actually had a productive rehearsal :)
Typically after bell choir, Grandma and I head out for a beer and to just talk and catch up. It is our little thing we do, and I oddly look forward to having a beer with an 80 year old and chit chatting. This week there were some long lost friends in town, so we went and caught up with an entire group of people at the Black Rock Tavern. It was odd at first being the youngest there and not really part of the group, but it was a lot of fun. I even ended up discussing politics with one of the finer gentlemen of Thomaston, and it felt great to have an intellectual discussion that did not require a 2 year old's vocabulary.
Yesterday we froze our tiny heiny's off at Rockwell Park in the morning, so that Pierce could ride his scooter. Dan had to help his parent's out, so it was just the kids and I. I also reconnected with a couple of long lost treasured friends, and I swear it felt like my soul was opening back up just a tiny bit from when I completely shut it. Hopefully I can spend some time with them soon.
After Rockwell, the kids passed out in the car, and I enjoyed peace and quiet. I know there is always a mountain of things to be done (or at least it feels like that to me), but I also just wanted to read a book. So I did. For 20 minutes - until the kids woke up. I guess that was all they needed - a 20 minute nap. However, Pierce woke up MISERABLE and kept saying his throat hurt. So I made him some special hot chocolate, and plopped him in my bed to watch a movie. That was apparently the magic cure, since then he burst out of bed and was a maniac! Plus Daddy was home, so he wanted to see him. Completely understandable. I took advantage of daddy being home, and gutted our bedroom to wash everything in it. Floors, ceilings, walls, baseboards, etc. It took me a while, and the boys kept interrupting, but it felt AMAZING to fall asleep in a nice clean room last night.
So far today has not been all that wonderful. Yes, we have laughed and had fun. I also know it is just a bad day, and I should be thankful for everyday that I have. However, when you have to drag your child kicking and screaming out of the park since he will not listen or stop whining, it does put a damper on your day. And that is where I am at now. It is pathetic. I am counting down the hours until I have to work. (5 hours, 2 minutes btw). I am really hoping that by the time I go to work I will be sad to do so, because the kids and I will have so much fun. I do have hopes of that. For right now, I am going to sign off here and grab a cup of tea. Then split some wood to burn off steam. Have a great day everyone!
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