We didn't really have anything planned for today so I decided that the boys and I would join my moms group for blueberry picking. Yes, I'm sure that those of you who knew me pre-motherhood are getting a good laugh over that one. I decided to go for three reasons:
They liked strawberry picking
Allegedly blueberry picking is easier than strawberry picking
When they're teenagers I can get some good mom guilt out it when they complain that I never let them do anything fun. "Don't you remember the time it was 80 degrees out and I took you blueberry picking?!
It is true that it is a lot easier to pick blueberries because you don't have to bend over to pick them. You know what would have been really helpful? A stool to sit on while picking or better yet someone else like my 3.5 year old picking them for me. So where was OS? He was taking blueberries out of the bin of blueberries that I picked and feeding them to YS. "Here, YS. I picked these for you." For the record he picked about 3 blueberries himself which he promptly ate.
After said blueberry picking, my shoulder was hurting and itching at the same time. Seeing as I was darting between bushes to pick blueberries, I was concerned that I may have gotten a tick (really and truly they don't freak me out, but I would like to know, obviously, if I have one) I asked OS to look and tell me if I had been bitten. He said "You have a bite, Mommy. A cat bit you." Hmmm...I'm thinking I must have gotten scratched by a branch.
After identifying the alleged cat bit, OS had some fruit gushers for a snack. He had never had them before so he was quite excited. As I was opening the wrapper, I read this important instruction on how to drive your parents crazy: "Maybe your parents will paint your room the color of your favorite Gushers."
You know I was just thinking to myself that my children don't have enough to whine about these days! Certainly if I were to re-paint my kids' room, I wouldn't want it to be their favorite color or a color that complimented a fun theme like dinosaurs or jungle animals. I would want it to be the color of their favorite Gusher for sure. Are they kidding me?! Thankfully my kids don't know how to read. Who said knowledge is power.
Finally, as a perfect ending to my day, someone that I think I know gave me the finger. I was waiting at a stoplight when my neighbors pulled up next to me. We exchanged pleasantries and then the light changed (her husband had his eye on the light the whole time and I was paying attention as well.) This woman on the other side of the street speeds up to take a left turn (and thus cut me off), hesitates, stops right in front of me and then proceeds to yell at me and give me the finger. Nice!
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: A long day can be quickly forgotten with the promise of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows that night.
Sounds like a fairly crappy day... but you're right, in mere hours you too will have your nose buried deep in the pages of Hogwarts... oh wait, not Hogwarts. how freaking odd will that be?
Sorry, I got diverted off track. HP will do that to you. :)
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Sounds like a fairly crappy day... but you're right, in mere hours you too will have your nose buried deep in the pages of Hogwarts... oh wait, not Hogwarts. how freaking odd will that be?
Sorry, I got diverted off track. HP will do that to you. :)
Have a better day.