Why do a blog, you ask?
I know lots of wonderful people who do interesting and fun blogs. I always thought to myself, why would anyone want to hear about my rants and raves of my daily life and thoughts? Same reason I like to read others blogs; so you have that "Oh wow, you feel that way too" moment.
I sometimes feel like I am the only person on the face of this planet whos children have a mental breakdown in the middle of Target after a long day. Well, NO! I am not alone. There are others who's children throw themselves on the floor as well...so for all you people who need that, ahhh moment, here you go!
I live in a very rural area. Like one stop light, one grocery store rural area. Infact, my backyard is a farmers field, full of ripe butterbeans! So whenever I need my fix of civilazation or, Target, I make my way across a $17 dollar toll bridge...I know right!?! $17!!? Yes, $17!! So, you can see with that amount of money, plus gas, to be spent to get my fix on, I better well make it worth it.
After a few pit stops to random stores, including a sports store so the hubs can indulge on a very expensive golfing item, we arrive at our very last store, Target. Just wanted to go around and look at what was out for the fall. Well, my children had a different idea of what was fun. My daughter, C, my lovely oldest child, so desperately wanted to look at her trains. She is obsessed with trains. A few years back, I let her look at her trains while shopping and since then, its become a ritual. If I could take it back, I sure as heck would.
We looked at those trains. The same ones we look at everytime we go there. Then at costumes so she can look "fancy" for halloween. Then I needed to grab something for her homeschooling. You would have thought the world ended. She instantaeously started crying. Which triggered my sweet 14mth old, N, to start crying too. I am counting backwards from 10, to keep myself from not crying, and take a deep breath. C throws herself, in such a graceful fashion, on the floor hurting herself and making her cry for real. Long story short, we were "those" people at Target today.
Ahh, the glamour of overtired and cranky children. Can't help yourselves but give them a huge hug and say, if you don't pick yourself off the floor, so help me...(you fill in the blank)
Hope this made you feel like, woah, you're not alone!
I know lots of wonderful people who do interesting and fun blogs. I always thought to myself, why would anyone want to hear about my rants and raves of my daily life and thoughts? Same reason I like to read others blogs; so you have that "Oh wow, you feel that way too" moment.
I sometimes feel like I am the only person on the face of this planet whos children have a mental breakdown in the middle of Target after a long day. Well, NO! I am not alone. There are others who's children throw themselves on the floor as well...so for all you people who need that, ahhh moment, here you go!
I live in a very rural area. Like one stop light, one grocery store rural area. Infact, my backyard is a farmers field, full of ripe butterbeans! So whenever I need my fix of civilazation or, Target, I make my way across a $17 dollar toll bridge...I know right!?! $17!!? Yes, $17!! So, you can see with that amount of money, plus gas, to be spent to get my fix on, I better well make it worth it.
After a few pit stops to random stores, including a sports store so the hubs can indulge on a very expensive golfing item, we arrive at our very last store, Target. Just wanted to go around and look at what was out for the fall. Well, my children had a different idea of what was fun. My daughter, C, my lovely oldest child, so desperately wanted to look at her trains. She is obsessed with trains. A few years back, I let her look at her trains while shopping and since then, its become a ritual. If I could take it back, I sure as heck would.
We looked at those trains. The same ones we look at everytime we go there. Then at costumes so she can look "fancy" for halloween. Then I needed to grab something for her homeschooling. You would have thought the world ended. She instantaeously started crying. Which triggered my sweet 14mth old, N, to start crying too. I am counting backwards from 10, to keep myself from not crying, and take a deep breath. C throws herself, in such a graceful fashion, on the floor hurting herself and making her cry for real. Long story short, we were "those" people at Target today.
Ahh, the glamour of overtired and cranky children. Can't help yourselves but give them a huge hug and say, if you don't pick yourself off the floor, so help me...(you fill in the blank)
Hope this made you feel like, woah, you're not alone!
Look at these sweet faces...hard to believe that they'd be so cranky!
