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A lot of the time, us bloggers have a tendency to portray our lives in the best light possible. For example, when I posted my monthly meal plan, you might have thought I was more organized and with it than I actually am, but I've got to keep it real here. Implementing plans are often a lot harder to carry out than they are to formulate.
...only four more stops after this. That's like, what, halfway done? I love my boys. Really, I do. What possessed me to bring my boys? I am so sweaty. Holy sticker shock, Batman, that package of chicken costs more than my wedding ring. Oh, crud, there's no more room in the cart for the baby. That's okay he's got more room on the floor for his man-sized hissy fit. Don't pity me, people. He'll stop biting me in a minute. Move along. I don't think this will all fit in the Kia. I'm going to have to strap the older kid to the roof. Ooh, a $20 crock pot! Watch it speedracer, that's my face you almost ran over - this isn't the Grocery Cart 500...
Like hours and hours of that. And then a car swap and another trip out to buy a futon and me holding the door of the truck I borrowed closed as I go around turns because somehow I broke it and it wouldn't latch. It's okay, no children were in the vehicle and I survived. I even fixed it when I got it back to where I was going I was and I have the gouge on my knuckle to prove it.
And then, when it's was all over, sometime around 9:00 PM, I was poor and exhausted and uncomfortably full from the Pizza Hut we ended up eating for dinner. And my kitchen looked like this.
Oh, the chaos!
I really just wanted to go to bed, but instead, I put on my headphones and hit "play" on the audiobook that Jenna at Cold Antler Farm just wrote about the other day in her Live Like Fiction post. Never read any post-apocalyptic fantasy fiction, but I'm really enjoying this one. And actually, I've never listened to an audiobook either, and I'm enjoying that, too.
The kitchen was put back to rights in a couple of hours and I was off to bed, but I woke up today with the burning need to share my dirt, just in case you thought I was perfect or something.
Because if I was perfect, I would have made this Amish friendship bread before it exploded.
I hope you have a perfect Monday!