Anyway, my blog does not exist to only publish my random complaints. It exists to tell you about getting it together and dragging the kids to the farm to pick strawberries with our play group friends. This morning we threw our disheveled selves in the car and drove out to the country. It was a beautiful drive and the scenery (and real estate) was smashing. The picking was good and the babe seemed to enjoy the process of finding the "really red ones." Luckily the little guy slept in his car seat in the field (fresh air combined with exhaustion does the trick).
On the way home I did a selfish "me" thing. I pulled into a suburban strip mall to drag our dirty and tired selves into Starbucks for a venti (yes, venti) mocha with whip cream and a bagel with cream cheese. The sweet buzz I got on the ride home made up for the screaming in the back seat and the sitting on the road stuck in construction. Sometimes I wish I had a taxi cab with the window separating me from the back seat chaos. Alas. I am the referee and I must take my job seriously. And this referee was happy to have pulled off a good day. Strawberry shortcake, anyone?
1 comment:
I love it. You deserve a million starbuck treats!!
Amy
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