mayhem.

I am a shopping cart putter-backer. I will take my cart back to the corral, the front of the store, to the cart pusher guy, rain or shine. I choose a parking spot based on how close it is to the cart thingy. There are few things that annoy me more than starting to pull into a parking spot only to find some lazy dumbass has left a cart there. I have been known to not only hike my own cart back to the store (with two kids in it), but take the extra one that the person two parking spots away left resting against the nice little old lady's car. I mean, really, how lazy can you get? Anyway.

I went grocery shopping this week with both girls in the freezing cold. Yes, I realize it's mid-April, but the weather doesn't. It snowed this week. So, there I am, putting the girls in their carseats, trying to fit all the grocery bags in behind the third row, and this kind grandpa-looking man comes up to me. He tells me my kids are beautiful (as they are screeching in their seats) and takes my cart as I lift the last bag out. This man made my day. The simple gesture of taking my cart, along with his, back to the cart thingymabobber, made my day. Not even the jackass that sent his cart into the side of my car as I was buckling BP in could ruin my newfound good mood.

So, this is a (sincere) public thank-you to the nice man that put my cart back for me. Thank you sir, for not only taking my cart, but giving me a genuine smile and wishing me a good evening.

The Hills

Much to DP's dismay, I'm a Hills fan. I will admit it. I watch The Hills. Now, I don't watch it Monday nights, but I catch it during nap time. Or online. Or both. Lucky for me, there's a marathon on right now.

A few things.

Heidi. Seriously, come on honey. Can you not see how awful Spencer is? He's a complete jackass. And totally creepy looking. Like I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up being a serial killer.

Heidi's mom. I would totally hire a hit man if my daughter ever dated someone like Spencer, let alone got engaged. I would cry every.single.day.

Lo. You suck. Go away.

Audrina. Stop f'ing around with Justin. He sucks. Not as much as Spencer, but he still sucks. Big time. "Chemistry" only gets you into bed, not into a real relationship. Bring back the Aussie!

Stephanie. You scare me.


I could go on, but nap time will soon be over and there is sunshine to be had outside.

I do look forward to the new season though..bring on the fake drama!

The Perfect Day

Today has not been a perfect day. BP was in our bed all night because her coughing woke BBP up 4 times before 9pm. BBP started her day at 6am. Kid #3 woke BBP up from her morning nap with his crying. BP was as ornery as ever. Dishes piled up. Nothing made anyone happy. I wanted to get OUT.. where, I'm not picky, just ouuuuutta here..didn't happen. So, I find myself daydreaming about The Perfect Day.

The Perfect Day would start with both children sleeping in their own beds until 7am. BBP can wake her usual amount of times, but 7am sounds like heaven. All four of us would get semi-dressed, dogs would be let out, and we'd head up the hill to Truckee Bagel. Mmmm....pacific sunrise on combo with smoked cheddar please. Might even have to splurge for a coffee or hot chocolate. After breakfast we're back home to feed the dogs before taking them on a walk. BBP wouldn't cry in the stroller. Linus wouldn't try to eat any rat dogs. I'm not asking for major, life-changing events here, am I?

Hmm...what next. How about taking the kids to The Playroom? Or, if it's warm enough, the park. Either one. I'm not picky.

Lunch. Why not go for some good ol' fashion Daddy Sammiches all around. Excluding BBP, of course. Yes. PB&J, maybe some lemonade, cut up fruit...it's a meal.

NAP. Yes. Nap. Group nap time. The girls would go down without a fight and DP and I could snuggle for 2.5 seconds before crashing. Oh how nice that sounds.

After a quick snack we'd head out to the backyard to play catch, chase the imaginary dragon, and "play play play" to our hearts' content.

And apparently that is the end of The Perfect Day because BBP is yelling. YELLING would be more descriptive.