I'm kinda cheating. I just typed this all up on my local FLYlady message board (my support group made up of the most caring, incredible women that I feel honored to call my friends, and who have threatened to boycott my blog if I don't check in with them every once in a while), but I'm tired and don't feel like writing it up again. I just wanted to record this fabulous day:
We just got back from seeing Rent. This was actually our fourth time seeing the live production. It seemed to need a little bit of time to get going, but once it did it left me breathless. As always when I see this show, it was all I could to stay in my seat during some of the numbers. It was really incredible, but it's always interesting when you know a show really, really well to see the professionals make mistakes. There weren't many, and they weren't always obvious, but they were there! In any case, it was an amazing evening.
And this morning/afternoon I managed to take all three of my children to get their hair cut (they look so cute) even though both boys had to REALLY be coerced into it (finally had to physically pick A up from the floor and carry him over, ease him into getting the cape on, and pull his hands down from his ears, but he finally did okay, even better than B, once he was over that initial terror). Afterwards, I managed to take all three kids into the Mexican restaurant (an actual sit down place, even though you order at the counter) right there and eat a meal together. We did have to all go to the potty three times (AAARGH!!), but they sat for the meal and ate (well, A wouldn't eat more than a bite of his cheese quesadilla, even though he said it was good), and we even were able to wander into Bath and Bodyworks because it just smelled so good (or, as A told them all, "It's the sweetest smell I've ever smelled."). I could not believe that I did all of that as the only adult with all three of them. I realized that it comes down to the fact that even though 3 used to seem SO many to me, now that I normally have five with me everywhere, three doesn't seem so bad. Hmmmm...
3 comments:
LOL!!! Cheater! I take my 2 and my 1 extra to the grocery store (or wherever) all the time. I get the "Oh are they twins??" I smile and say "Nope!" and keep walking (leaving confused nosey people in my wake - you should try it!)Let's take all eight somewhere and REALLY scare people!
. . . and I am honored to know you, you beautiful woman you! I am so glad I have not had to carry through on the threat to boycott your blog. I like reading it.
Wonderful, Rachel. It's so amazing when it works well. I felt the same way during my week touring Vancouver by myself with my two. But two, of course, is far easier than five or three!
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