Rewind. Josh and I have a running monthly massage where we rotate months. This was my month. Josh grabbed the brood after gymnastics and went to the house while I had knots, knots, & more knots mashed out of my shoulder blades. We had decided that dinner would be after I got home and Josh shot his bow (it is time for mistress #2 to rear her ugly mug). It was a gorgeous Oklahoma fall evening and he really wanted to show the minis how to do it.
I rolled up to the house at about 6:45 to sounds of giggles and squeals and bike ridding fun. The whole way home I couldn't talk myself into the dinner that we were supposed to "enjoy." I had planned on having turkey hotdogs, cheetos, & fruit. So, it was decided we'd go out for something, anything other than a turkey hotdog on a whole wheat bun.
Just about the time we were ready to hop in the car, our friends from across the street started our way to play. And, that we did. More bike riding, basketball shooting, sidewalk coloring fun was had by all. So, by the time we got into the car it was about 7:23.
We decided on "Pig in the Sky," aka Vans. Finally! We're ALL starving. Josh is grumpy- no food since noon & a headache, plus the mini me's in the back had their strings pulled and would not stop chattering. Then, the whining began when Channing told Gus to stop doing whatever it was he was doing. Piper, in the back was reading her reader aloud, really loud. It was a long 5 minutes.
When we pulled in, we all jumped out ready to march in, order our chicken strips at the bbq joint, and get an orange soda. NOT. SO. FAST. "Gus, where are your shoes??" "What shoes?" SERIOUSLY! So, we frantically searched the shaggin' wagon for something he could wear. Usually my vehicle is a closet on wheels, as well as a trash can and office. Nothing for the G-Man. But, Piper did make sure to leave a broken pair of Jessica Simpson sandals in the car for herself. So, Gus got the shoes off of Piper's feet- brown ugg-type boots with cheetah lining. Awesome! It goes great with the "Super Hero" shirt and filthy dirty khaki shorts, not to mention that they don't fit, so it's like listening to a hammer walking.
We finally made it in. Dinner was served after the chicken was killed, plucked, battered and fried. And hands were unwashed. And, "Gus's" shoes spent the whole meal off of his feet.
As we were headed out the door, none other than Ladybug decided she needed to pee-pee in the potty and wash her hands. I was frantically searching for my keys, which always seem to fall to the very bottom of the bag no matter what. I located them, tossed them to Josh, and headed back in to catch Bug before she wet down both legholes. Josh then yelled back, "Don't need 'em. Your back hatch is wide open."
Ahhhhhhh, what a wild, crazy circus. It is moments like these that help to keep things in perspective. I'm not perfect, they aren't perfect, but we've got each other and love, and are willing to share the shoes off of our feet for each other. What a blessing this family is.
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