Having always been keen on informing me of her next move, I'm usually the first to know if she's planning to to delve into her dress-ups or if she's thinking about removing all the cushions from the front room couch. Most of the time, it seems like she's looking for Mom's approval before pursuing a new activity. The more enthusiastic of a response I give, the happier she is. It won't be long until she wises up and realizes that it's probably better to keep her scheming to herself. Until then, you won't catch me complaining!
Lately, she's added on a Southern phrase when making such an announcement.
"Wait Mom, I have to run and go potty right quick!" Before I know it, she'll be fixin to go fishin with her Pa. Her Southern accent remains dormant; while my impersonation of said accent continues to ripen. In honor of her Southern Belle transformation, I'm posting a video of our favorite songs from library singing time. Presenting, "Five Fat Sausages" and "Two Little Dicky Birds"
Eliza's BFF has been under the weather for the past week. She seems to be going through social withdrawal. I discovered yesterday that she was interacting with a group of make believe friends during the duration of our morning activity.
"Quiet Dora, Diego, Alicia and Boots!" She whispered to her friends who, at that moment, were sitting in the back of our van. "Don't you see? I'm buckled in my car seat." Listening intently, I smile as I hear her continue,
"We're almost there! Don't worry." After story time, we made our way back home where the five of them ate lunch together.
Based on my *ahem* maternal instinct, I have a hunch of what her group of playmates look like.
**SHIFTING GEARS ENTIRELY**
Last night, I left the children home with Andrew to grocery shop. I shop every two weeks and do my absolute best to stay out of the store between trips. Our system works well and has helped save us money as we've eliminated those impromptu, impulse buying, quick trips to the store.
Needless to say, my cart is overflowing with household necessities as I approach the checkout stand. I've become a little O.C.D. when I grocery shop. I've become that Mom who types up her list and categorizes it by grocery store section (Dairy, Baking Goods, Produce, etc.). I admit that I'm a little bit anal as I meticulously place each item in my cart.
Last night as I saw a woman nonchalantly chucking her choices into her basket; I fought back the urge to shout,
"Don't you realize what you're RISKING?"
I carry a pen and cross of each items as I go. The only thing I'm lacking is a clipboard. I am a huge nerd. I get it. And I'm totally serious about wanting a clipboard.
It gets worse. I have a slight adrenaline rush (I said, SLIGHT) when it comes time to put my recently bagged items back into my cart. It never fits the way it did when I first arrived at the check out stand. Depending on the length of line and friendliness of the cashier, I take my time as arrange it back into my cart.
Last night's cashier wasn't the patient type despite me being the only person in her line. However, the real slap in the face came when I left the store. I was greeted by a fierce TORRENTIAL DOWN POURING OF RAIN. My visibility suffered as I struggled to maneuver my heavy load to my car. Looking (and feeling) like I had just submerged myself in a pool of water, I CHUCKED each bag into the back of our van, hating myself all the while. My careful and thoughtful strategy was wasted.
I think we can all conclude that I need to get out more. Moments of excitement ought to be spent somewhere other than the grocery store. Alas, dear reader, not much is going on and this mundane experience is the best I've got for you today.
Anyone else grocery shop the way I do? It's okay to post your admission anonymously if it makes you more comfortable. Did you have imaginary friends growing up? Do you still have imaginary friends?