This morning started off in full swing with coffee, breakfast sandwich, and hash browns from chick-fil-a. I’ve got to hand it to The Man, he makes me feel like a queen every day.
We had a quiet, easy morning with the kids. The Man fixed the bottom rails on Deedee’s bed (we have no clue how it broke in the first place). I was able to tidy up the house a bit. We are saving up for our “dream” home and in the mean time we rent a really tiny 3 bedroom house. It’s older, very plain, and lacks charm. With all of us in such tight quarters it is hard to keep the house. My backyard is incredible – worth my rent alone, nevermind my house!
The Man rented a few movies for the kids and I to enjoy on our day off. He selected the latest Star Trek movie (pointer finger shoved down my throat gesture), Supergirl, and Vikings Season 4. So I’ve had quite an enjoyable day watching those muscular Norse man pillaging and warring with France. I really love a man’s man plus with all that Norse mythology I am invested for the long haul.
After I binged watched some tv, I shaved Bobo’s head for him. He really, really needed a hair cut, but his crazy over grown locks made an extra special touch with his Halloween costume so we put it off intentionally.
This evening I took the kids to the store to pick up some goodies for dinner. I wonder if I am the only mom who goes through this… If I buy $300 worth of groceries my kids will eat it all in 1 to 2 days. Insane! Since I refuse to resort to something crazy like putting locks on the pantry, I’ve learned just to get a few days worth of groceries at a time. Yes, it means I constantly have to run to the store, but it also means we always have fresh food. I also admit that I am one of those mom’s who will let her kids each eat something different than their siblings for their meals. Rarely do I make just one dish for all 3. The reasoning behind this stems from my childhood – I am the pickiest eater and while yes, food is nurishment, it is also meant to be enjoyable. I only eat what I like and I don’t care how rude that might seem.
After the grocery store I voted. I wrote in a candidate. I just can’t vote for some one I don’t trust. Then, I got The Man a hoodie while I was out. I hope that he likes it. The days are getting colder and even though he’s a born and raised New Englander like me, I still want him to stay warm and toasty.