Tonight is our last night in the Valley of Roses.  We’ve been visiting my folks for the past week, and as all good locusts do, we’re leaving the place fairly barren or with everything in a “new and better” place.  Like the exercise rubberband now underneath my bed or the basket of fake flowers moved to the center of the bottom of the stairs, because that’s where toddlers, a.k.a.  home stagers, feel these objects would best reflect the values of the house.

Each morning after leisurely getting up, watching a little Curious George, eating breakfast, and having other people dress my children, my mama asks the same question, “What do you want to do today?”  Um, I’m not doing it already?  See, I rarely get the chance to sit.  To knit.  To play the DS.  To watch ICA Battle:  Suckling Pig (now that’s educational television for the kiddos).

Not to dress children.

Not to have to Power Grocery Shop.

Not to have to leave the house because my two arms and introverted, melancholy personality can’t meet all the needs of my extroverted, sanguine children.

Today Mama was very excited when I said that the Hubby and I were going out.  “Really?!!  You’re going out?  Stay out as long as you like!”  Since this is her house, I think she’s got a bit of the cabin fever, cause she gets to sit when she wants to:  the novelty’s worn off.

So what did the Hubby and I do?  Go to Cash and Carry to get DaVinci syrups for 3.88.  Get the cheapest gas in town at Freddies, using our gas mileage points we never get to use.  Peruse the end of Target’s rows for Clearance (got a double-set of pjs for JJ for 6.50, two shirts for Hubby for 9.00, a red dress for me for 9.50, for all those places I go to that require wearing a red dress, like Power Grocery Shopping).  Wander around Safeway looking for yummy sweet bread to go with our Breakfast for Dinner dinner (a standard around my home – mmm, Granddaddy’s cheese eggs).

Tonight we’ve watched Little A run around in nothing but a diaper, practicing his slide-to-home on the floor (oh, the sound).  JJ has played Lego Innianna Jones until his eyeballs are starting to look a little like blocks.  Now that the tykes have been bathed and deposited in their slumbering abodes, we’ll retire upstairs with some Paul Newman Organic Popcorn, put in Prince Caspian, and I’ll try not to fall asleep by knitting or playing the DS (must.always.multitask.).

Exciting, no.  But it’s what I want to do:  be with my family.  That’s all good.

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