A Day in the Life

A reminder of God's grace in my kitchen.

Hey y'all,

I have not been neglecting you for Netflix this time.

No, now your rival for attention is naps.

Because naps are life. Forget the "power hour" of house chores. Napssssssssssss.

But I am forgoing my usual 9:30 nap (well, I'll get some sleep after I get this off my chest) to tell you about the many events that happened during my trip to Walmart yesterday.

Firstly: One of the most positive was meeting a young mom in the baking aisle. She had a baby that was only a few months older than Mason. She looked frazzled and kept apologizing to everyone around her even though she was doing nothing wrong. I felt like I was watching myself. She asked me if I knew where the vanilla wafers were located. She said she was new to the area and was just trying to "get out" before the baby started getting upset -- an escape feeling I know all too well.So I rounded the neighboring aisle and brought her back some vanilla wafers. I gave her a hug (TOTALLY out of my comfort zone) and I just said, "Me too." I wish I would have given her my number. Or at least gotten her name. Especially since I was given another chance when I saw her loading her purchases just across from me later in the parking lot.
Just know you are not alone, whoever you are, reading this. We're all human. Cut yourself some slack.

(If you're visiting from my Facebook: yeah, I know -- I totally copy/pasted that bit from my earlier status update. #lazy #unoriginal #notime #napsssssss)

(If we're not friends on Facebook and you would like to get little "blog snippets" more often than I get on the actual blog, definitely look me up and shoot me a message about following along: Samantha Thomas. I'm the one holding the baby, obviously.)

One of the less positive things about this particular Walmart run was realizing I'm already raising a man of petty crime in my son.

Exhibit A:

A $2 ornament I found in his carseat after I had unloaded babies and groceries into the car after an almost unsuccessful shopping trip*.

He can't even reach his arms above his head, much less outside of the cart to start this kind of unacceptable behavior, people.

So we all know it must be the Mom Brain that's really to blame here.

*sigh* And alas, it is. After finding it, I realized that was the first item I tossed into the cart on a whim (noooooooo, Sam!! NEVER shop on whims!!) But I put it on top of his blanket cover on his carseat for "safe keeping" because I noticed it was so tiny and I knew I would lose it and forget to pay for it.

Which I did anyway. #majorfail

Include a speeding ticket in front of the babies, my car threatening to die while I was in the store, *and really dancing on the edge as far as being out during nap time goes and it was a pretty exciting hour out.

(Hubby, if you're reading this: I'm sorry about the speeding ticket.

And I'm sorry this is how you found out.)

*goes to change a poopy diaper and put the toddler back down for her nap -- AGAIN*

So not only is my son already taking things that don't belong to him (he'll be into grand theft before he's 10, you just wait and see), but I realized my oldest child is just a tad on the dark side with her humor. Something she may or may not come by naturally.

Notice her reaction to every terrible thing that happened on both Frozen and Veggie Tales Jonah: she laughed. Sometimes hysterically.

I literally have ONE job..... (that really is multiple jobs rolled into one, but eh, who considers that??)

My kids have also been doing their best to hibernate since it snowed.

Not one word about my appearance.
It's called "ain't no mommy got time fer dat".

Not sure how the snow managed to shut down their systems so effectively, but I wish I could harness such power and only use it at nap and bed times, amirite?

Bad Mommy -- she was so tired and DESPERATELY pleading for a nap that was not given, she dumped the laundry and got her dirty blanket to snuggle ON THE FLOOR.

Evidence that I'm failing at the mom thing.

(haha I'm kidding, of course. I no longer notice when they're screaming at the same time, so I'd call that winning.)

His latest mugshot. Watch out for this one, y'all. He'll be taking candy from his peers before I can turn around..

And this is me ending this blog post abruptly with a montage of baby cuteness because:

naaaaaappppssssssssss.