So, I told you Gty was outta town, right? Yeah, he is. Did I happen to mention that he extended his trip in UT so he could go to the BYU football game today? Hmmm, I didn't? Well, he did. He asks me about these things several weeks in advance. I give the good wifey response of "Oh, sure, I'm sure that will be fine." But then, when Friday night rolls around (when he usually flies in) and he's in UT hanging out at his parents' house & I am STILL here with the kids and the mice.... well, then I start getting ticked.
Anyway, so I wake up this morning in a bit of a grumpy mood as the first thing I see is Gty's side of the bed all neat and tidy (I'm apparently a very still sleeper) and this reminds me of my situation. I throw on my gym clothes and go to my hip-hop class. That ups my mood considerably. How could it not? I'm hittin' and jammin' and crumpin' all over the place. It's good times. I come home with a lifted mood to bored kids and realize I'm quite bored myself.
Idle hands are the devil's playground. Or however that saying goes.
I proceed to make a very poor decision. I announce to the kids that we are all loading in the car and going to Wal-Mart. I wanted to get more mouse traps (speaking of that, go ahead and take my poll over there on the right, fancy eh?). And we were out of Honey Bunches of Oats. I gotta have me my Bunches. My morning meal of Mini-Wheats just didn't do it for me. Have any of you tried the Malt-O-Meal knock-off of HBofOats? I'm askeered to try them but if it's good I'd totally get it.
5 mintues after arriving I wonder why in the heck I thought coming to Wal-Mart on a SATURDAY was a good idea. I curse myself for allowing this to happen as I look over an TBone is squeezing all the plums, Jbird is filling one of the produce weighers with a mixture of fruit to see if he can get it to 10lbs, and BeeBee is insisting that she can just hang on the side of the cart rather than sit in the seat thingy. Fun.
But then an epiphany strikes.
I have no where else to go.
I have nothing else to do today except hang out with my kids.
No one is waiting at home for me (except the mice).
This could be fun if I'd let it.
So, we proceeded to spend a good hour and a half in WalMart and only got about 15 things. I didn't mind when Beebs spent 10 minutes deciding on either Princess Fruit Snacks or Barbie ones. I let her throw a fit in the aisle when I wouldn't let her have both (it's the principle of the matter, really). We just sat and looked at her until she was done and then she came along nicely. I let each of the boys spend a while picking out a box of cereal that they have always wanted but I have never bought them before (TBone got S'morez (?) and JBird got Frosted Flakes, btw). Then we went over to the toy section and they played with everything they could, sat on all the Dora & Spongebob chairs, played with the ginormous bouncing balls, etc. Eventually they got bored and we headed out the door.
I realized that TIME is a huge factor in my enjoyment of my kids & situations like this. If I had a million other things to get done today or somewhere that I had to be at a certain time then I would have rushed everyone, been angry at the constant lolly-gagging (we lost TBone, like, 3 times but if we waited around long enough he always turned back up) and no one would have been happy. Instead we enjoyed a day together out & about and now everyone is content to just be at home for the rest of the evening & hang out.
Now, since he doesn't fly back until 2pm tomorrow I really need to try and keep this attitude going for church tomorrow. Of course then we will have to be there at a certain time and we'll be confined to a bench area that's about 8 feet by 3 feet for 1 hour and 10 minutes . . . . exactly how "frowned upon" is diet carbonated beverages in the chapel? Especially ones in giant Rte.44 cups from Sonic?