Colorful Coffee Bonanza Corner

You know those days... where your just trying to survive until bedtime...  Don't get me wrong ... being a mom was and still is number 1 on my list for what to do with the rest of my life from a very early age... but no one told me that everyday my kids would try to take me to the edge of no return... that they would draw a clear line in the sand that says them against me... that they would try to torture me until I've clearly gone to the dark side and my crazies come out...then strategize to bring me down and by down ...i mean down... you know like ... have me tied up... upside down with an apple in my mouth like a pig on a spit...you know what days I'm talking about ... days where you need a diet coke at 8 am ... maybe you can relate if I say coffee... diet coke is my coffee!   

Well today was that day my friends... 9 am Mcdonald's run to get a diet coke (in a foam cup... because of course it would be sinful to get it in plastic... try it... I promise... you will never go back!) Even though of course I was supposed to be at gymnastics at 9 am... so that puts us in at 9:10 to which my honey dew as usual... refuses to bring anything to do while he sits there ... even though I tell him every week ... listen you are going to be bored ... you are going to try and drive me crazy and most likely will ... please for my sake and yours ... bring something to do.  

Nah... that would be to easy ... why would he bring something to do when he can ask me 10,000 questions instead ... and by questions I mean the kind that require major brain power... such as... "when I'm 13, will I be able to watch every pg-13 movie and if not, which ones will I be able to watch?"  ... "why do you need a wiener to make a baby"... "do you know that your pinky finger in china really means the middle finger?" need I remind you this was at 9:10 am ... my brain is not functioning yet ... I need to be at least half way through my diet coke before I can to some small degree act like a normal person.  So I gave them quarters to entertain themselves with the gumball machine...when in doubt give them gum... I promise you it works every time.

After gymnastics, I just wanted to run into target for three things... three things... thats all ... that's all I wanted in this world... those three things... that's not asking for much... when you have an 11 year old, 9 year old and 7 year old ... I promise you it is asking for a lot.  Oh to go back to the days when they were babies and I had a 4 year old in the back of the cart, a 2 year old in the baby seat and and a baby in a snuggie.... if they get fussy stick a boob in one and shovel snacks into the others.

Instead today, I had honey dew asking about every other item we passed whether I would buy that for him and why not... my 7 year old, lou... who is definitely not small for her age and could in no way be mistaken for a baby... buckled herself into the baby seat of the cart... on top of that my 11 year old, boo, who you would think would be the most reliable out of this group of crazies... insisted on touching what seemed like every item in the store ... 

so as I'm just trying to get my three measly items and three crazy kids to the checkout... ones acting like a baby ... and I mean a real baby in the baby seat... another one is repeating over and over with a few variations in the question... mom I really want that shirt... can I get it... how about football cards...you know how much I love them... fine ... a candy bar? ... and child number 3 is about two miles behind us fondling all of the glassware in the kitchen and dining aisles.... doing a great impersonation of Gollum from Lord of the Rings ... MY PRECIOUS!

So I went to my happy place... I pushed my cart... smiled and nodded at people staring at us and I thought of my diet coke waiting for me in the car... then I thought of my next sewing project that's been floating around in my head...and then I just started chanting to myself (In my head of course!) like Dory in Nemo... you know where she repeats... "Just keep swimming... Just keep swimming"... except I was saying ..."Just keep pushing... Just keep pushing" ... thankfully we finally made it to the checkout ... I got my three items and my three kids safely back to the car...

and 4 hours later I realized my husband had been dying for ice cream and I forgot it ...normally I would just forget it... but poor hubs has had a rough week... so that's right... wait for it... I loaded the kids up ... went to the nearest grocery and as soon as we stepped one skinny toe in that store... I informed them we were there for one thing and one thing only... do not ask me to buy you anything ... you will not be getting anything... the less you talk the sooner we can leave... see how we all win if we are just quiet?  Luckily they had buy 4 ice creams get them for $2.75 ... so each of the kids felt like a rock star when they get to pick their own tub... it's the small things that keep them excited...

So the moral of the story is that everyone's sleeping like little angel's in their beds now ... and all I want to do is kiss their little faces off... I'm obviously having a hard time remembering why I was so annoyed with them today... they are such sweetie pies when they are sleeping... (could be due to the fact that they aren't speaking) :) I'm so thankful for the opportunity to love these kids...my life would be incredibly boring without them ...

but I sure could use a mom-cation right about now! :)  So while a vacation definitely doesn't look like it's in my near future... I definitely go to a happy place ... (and that's a form of vacation... right? ... just say yes and make me feel better)... when I'm creating and designing... Even though I don't drink coffee... the hubs does ... and every man needs a colorful coffee bonanza corner ;)

I would love to hear from you!  DIY comments... sewing comments... cray-cray parenting comments ... I'm open for any and all topics :)