Today Gimme graduated from the big Kindergarten. As Mother of the Year, I forgot the camera. No one was here to remind me to take that, so therefore I didn't. I did however get video of everything (well mostly, it took me a few minutes to realize that even though I am seeing things through the lens, unless I push RECORD, I am just on PAUSE, wasting the battery.)
I for one am super glad school is finally out and I don't have to keep adding to Gimme's 22 tardies.
Any questions as to how I received the Mother of the Year award? Well, this next segment should answer them pretty quickly.
I've been stressing lately as I have been thinking about how I am going to survive our big move to Blanchard, because there is not a Wal-Mart or even a Wal-Greens within 30 miles.
Well, today I've been thinking a little differently. We (the kids and I) went to Wal-Mart, and I put some cookies in the cart (after throwing up for 2 days, I was feeling really skinny and felt like I needed to make up for what was lost), and then because Birdie was wandering, I put her in the cart too. She apparently wasn't that pleased so she hurled the cookies out of the cart and the container busted open spilling all but two of the candy covered convections. So because everyone nearby saw that the cookies came from my cart, I had to pick up the pieces. A few excruciating minutes later, I went to pay for my items (even the cookies) and Birdie, sweet little Birdie, chucked the bottle of salsa on the floor, just to see how I would react. Bless her little heart.
Clean up at register 16.
Not to mention that I had one of those HUGE blue two seater carts (that are not made to steer). So, Gimme was doing flips on that bar, like she does on the toys at school, and Mulligan all of the sudden busts out of his shell and is trying to hop from one seat to the other, all the while singing: "Eruption is coming, and coming soon...it's so loud you can hear it from the moon..." (Backyardigans--Volcano Sisters)
Needless to say, the 'once a month' trip to town really isn't sounding so bad after all.