It's Friday night and its 10:10pm. The baby is sprawled out on the living room floor asleep. Usually he is a night owl and fusses and motors around until about 10:30 or 11 but tonight he is extra tired from some unknown something that caused him to be a little extra cranky today. I just finished washing the final dish. Actually I left one mug and one spoon because I just couldn't wash anymore. I also didn't clean the sink out. My counters are covered in stuff. Tomorrow is Saturday and I usually like to attempt to start the weekend out on a cleaner note. It helps my sanity and lifts some pressure off my shoulders if I feel like there is not so much work to do right out of the gate Saturday morning.
Oh Friday night. I feel like I used to love you more. I feel like you used to fill my heart with a bit of excitement over the fact that the 'weekend' was here and I could play. Now Friday nights means I am so tired and I am hoping for rest over the weekend since my husband is home but really...well...I can dream cant I.
Today I went to Walmart again. I seem to be frequenting her often lately. I also shopped at Walmart online today. I have never done that before. I was buying a, 'bed in a bag.' I wish I was slightly more sophisticated and shopped somewhere whimsical, ethical and actually beautiful. The 'bed in a bag' I purchased today is quite garish really but it was affordable. I need to be able to get rid of a lot of very aged blankets in my linen closet because I need to fit all my towels in there as I am trying to use the space in my small'ish' living space as practically as I can. That means I needed Walmart online because there was nothing in the store in the proper size. However as great as it was to get the wonderous 'bed in a bag' I still needed to go there in person. With all four children. Again.
My Walmart moments were pretty great today. I bought some canning jars (wide mouth quart ones) which made me feel like a woman. Like maybe, MAYBE, one day I'll can something. A girls can dream. I also bought my three oldest shoes. We started out with such high ambitions. My two middle children cannot tie shoes and so after an encounter with some friends a couple days ago who got shoes that TIE...my two middles were inspired to get some new runners that had shoe laces!!!! Both of them were scrunching their toes into shoes that were way to small especially my eight year old. He was wearing size two runners and today we bought him size fours and I was hemming and hawing about size five. He really hates change and so his toes have been courageously scrunching in his runners for quite some time.
However once we got to Walmart and the shoes aisle assaulted them...they both decided laces were not for them. The shoe tying lesson before we left may have also reality checked them. They are not the type of children who trifle over details such a laces or buttons or zippers...my eight year old constantly has his shorts and shirts on backwards and inside out for that matter. When we went grocery shopping last weekend he wore one very small runner, on flip flop, and his shorts on backwards. They were also size four (his shorts) and he is eight years old and very tall. So they were like short shorts (but they were board shorts). So try to imagine that one.
ANYWAY back to Walmart. I was wearing the baby on my back again and he was trying to rip my hair out every couple minutes. Not sure if I prefer that to the scratching from last time. Last time I looked like I had some some sort of flinch issue. Today I looked like I had some massive head tick and every couple minutes I'd throw my head way back. The moans of pain were also a little startling I'm sure. He is such a love my little one.
I was kneeling on the ground helping my four year old pick out shoes with my head being ripped back every little while. Thankfully my mother came on this outing so she was helping my eight year old who has a lot of anxiety issues. My ten year old was zipping around and she was the one who actually found the perfect pair of shoes for my eight year old. Bless her heart! there was almost a breakdown because he wanted a pair of shoes that were only in size three. I was trying to maintain calm as my baby was ripping out my hair and trying to convince him that he must get a pair of shoes that actually fit while making sure my four year old had shoes she actually liked and fit. Once we found the right pair both he and the four year old were showing me their figure skating spins in the aisle. I was just trying to keeping breathing. We got out of that aisle and decided to try to find some school supplies. Now did I mention there are Minions everywhere right now? This is a bit of an issue because my eight year old loves them. Anyway we had a very indepth discussion in Walmart today about why I was not going to purchase minion muffin cups. We also discussed which minion I wanted to be. Kevin, Bob, or Stuart....and we also said no to Minion mint tic tacs. My self control was amazing.
Meanwhile my mom and eldest are zipping around finding 200 page red ring binding notebooks and pens with red ink and wooden rulers with no sharp edges etc. Can you imagine if I had to do that with the four? As we were doing this I ran into a friend who was a foster child back when I was sixteen. She had a baby when she was a teenager and I looked after her baby. Well the baby is now fifteen!! And here I was with my four crazies. It was special to run into her.You sort of go back in time for a moment. She has five children now and was at Walmart preparing to go fishing (because that is the type of thing you can go to Walmart to prepare to do if you really want). We chatted for a moment and then continued on. After we payed and went outside I lost my van for about five minutes. That meant both middle children trying to take off clothing in the parking lot because they were so hot and trying to keep my ten year old from getting hit by multiple cars. Happily we found it because sadly it was not stolen and we made it home all in one piece (well I was minus some hair, but I have lots so who cares right?). Oh Walmart I love you. I wish it didn't take ten years off my life every time I walked through your doors. But it does Walmart. It does.
I shouldn't have to go there again for a while now. Especially since I found Walmart on line...Okay, well, weekend here I come. Dishes washed, shoe shopping and school supply shopping done, baby still asleep...I might even get to brush my teeth. Oh the thrill of Friday night....
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