Just being honest about our Friday so far...
Henry and I have been doing Target shops together for....well far too long. He is always a great shopper. Happy with his Target cookie. etc. etc.
Today, not so much. And annoyingly it is when I have Sydney to deal with too that we have a tough run.
Immediately upon entering Target he started crying about his tummy hurting.
We needed groceries so I was determined to get through. So we did a potty break but he only would go pee. We got a cup of water. I figured he had to poop, and prayed that was all because I didn't want to deal with vomit in Target. He cried the whole shopping excursion. Ugh.
I ran into a mom who's son I had when he was in 3rd grade. He is now 17. She laughed and said, "Been there. And I remember you so anxious to be home. How do you like it now?" HAHA!
Sydney cried at check out, don't they always.
Luckily, all those that stopped and turned to look at us during our outing had their heads tipped...so I did feel like they felt sorry for me. HA!
So we got out of Target and I forgot the buns to go with the hotdogs, the bread to go with the sandwich meat, etc. So I guess Ed will be stopping this evening on his way home from work for the other half of our list.
Arriving home with two crying kids I thought...wine or an entire row of Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies....that was my question!
Stepping into the house I got Sydney laying on her play mat and she was happily cooing again. I unloaded the groceries. Henry pooped. And then I stopped and looked around and saw this.
Let's play the game...Where's Sydney?
Oh wait! There she is surrounded by a package of toilet paper, library books thrown all over the room, and all sorts of other crap.
And this is only half of the clean laundry that has been mounting our sofa for the last three days. It will get folded today. It. will. Or maybe Uncle Mike will fold it when he gets here :)
And this is the kitchen table that I left be when we all bounded out the door to take Charley to school and hit up Target for half our grocery list.
And I realized...mom of three...juggling lots of busy-ness. Company coming this weekend....and poor Sydney is content but surrounded by chaos. Time to whip this place into shape.....
At least it all struck me as funny this morning...I figure by 7 pm if it still looks like this. THEN it will be time for crying.