The dawn of a new day friends

I feel BLISS…

Life is wonderful, glorious, AMAZING even!  I am the mother of BIG KIDS!  No more toddlerness to deal with on so many occasions!!!  In my head I was still thinking and responding like the kind of toddler mom I was, “let’s skip it if it’s not kid friendly,if they don’t have a cart, or if someone will need my attention for long at all”.  Mr. Z has a very different approach…it goes something like, “what the hell, lets give it a whirl and if it doesn’t work out so well, we can just have super Darma sweep in and fix it”.  Me no likey.

I do adore my crew; they are CNN,my beautiful 7 year old daughter, MC, my 5 year old stream of unconsciousness son, and BB, my 4 year old teddybear boy/ninja warrior.  We have MJ for about 24 hours on the weekends, our sassy about to be 2 foster baby who got to go home.

So anyway…

Last night we were supposed to go to Mr. Z’s mom’s birthday party at the assisted living community.  I had two sitters waiting in the wings.  As things often go, they both were occupied in the final hour(okay, that means I called Tuesday morning and needed them Tuesday night but you heard the version Mr. Z got:).  I told Mr.Z we could just tag team and each go for a bit while the other stays with the kids.  He thought they could probably handle it…so I felt like living dangerously and thought we could always just make a quick exit. 

The first miracle was that I found appropriate clothing for all three AND got them and myself dressed in 30 minutes in addition to printing out a picture we had taken that afternoon of the kids with their cousins and slapping it in a frame for Grandma!  The stars were aligned is all I can say.  They each had a backpack with one something to play with(I said one toy so they bring their backpacks and stuff it to the gills as if I don’t know – boy they got me!??)

We did have a little snag upon entering the private dining room.  The kids have a thing about making an entrance.  The doorway becomes a magnetic field from which they are repelled.  Mr. Z and I become hockey players trying to slide them on into the goal. This is cute for about two seconds but them it becomes tiresome while the family begins their hellos. 

After the door game was over, Heath the awesome waiter brought in a card table for the kids (not enough room at the dinner table) and all was well.  They did so well!   Mr.Z was sitting at the kids table with them, leaving an open chair at the big table, but I think he liked it that way!(long story).

We had such a great time and Grandma had a great dinner party!  Not once did she get mad at MC and call him an ass(she has) and in turn he did not tell her that she was an ass too(he has).  I had a nice glass of wine with dinner and came home just amazed with this new place we’ve arrived at…

I’m not a dreamer…I do realize that we could still go in Target (which is more quiet than a library if you haven’t noticed) and MC just might yell out, “Goddammit”, with a smile just to make people look….and then the boys will still likely point and laugh and say “boobs boobs” as we stroll past the section of bras.   I’ll be content with our new success, handle the rest…and soak up this short window of time where mom is a rock star and their favorite person to be with that ends way too soon:)

As MJ babydoll says, “peace out!”

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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