Sha Blam!

We made it Bloggy.   We survived.

Mama went to kickboxing at eight am to the tune of how much are these classes costing (donate)  *HUBBY SPEAKS* and left Anyiah and Helen and T and E with  the the big breakfast of waffles.

So I am basically telling my hubby that kickboxing costs three dollars a class.  Ha ha, And I will leave it on this blog to see if hubby reads it, or cares or what, so then if it is a little bit MORE....enter Bloggy.   Anywhistle....

E had the swim lessons at 1100. H and T also had theirs at 1000.  But bball pics triumphed so  Mama split it up with hubby, and hubby and E went flying along to their swimmies, whilst Mama took H and T to the Willow Dale Elementary School Cafeteria to wait for ever to hold a ball with a purple or yellow t shirt NUMBER 7 in da house. (H and T both have of course the number seven. Obvs.)


THEN maybe have enough time time  drive them BACK TO TH Y FOR THE HOCKEY classes.   Of course.  And yes Mama does.

So as we are duhriving all over the the damned place, H is like

Lets  well hold on for a moment. H is great. She is thoughtful and spacey and funny and she  says:


Well today is Olivia's sleepover birthday party in Delaware, isn' that the the nifty beans? And mommy is like yay for Olivia turning 8 the end.  SO tired.


~End Scene~


Mama is so tired with the pics and the kicks and the whatever.    Yes.   She sees bedtime in her very close horizon.  Baby Lasagna is there, all smiling, welcoming and Stevie Wonder starts to play....ZZZZ are there.


So Mama is a diplomat and she know how to present. She tells H and T:  How about we go for a GREAT lunch at WAWA and have screentime all the live long day forever and ever.   We can set up the trampoline or the zipline and have a great day. H and T are biting at he chomp, but then...


They turn the tables


 Then little manipulations get you.  And you start thinking. Oh dear lord Mama DON'T start thinking. That is the worst you can do.  I am thinking in my little blonde head there is absolutely no way I am driving to DE today so how do I approach H and T with this?  So I offer them lunch out on the way HOME from the Y (20 min drive). . And talk about how awesome it will be, and H and T are no fools, Bloggy.  So H and T are like yeah that sounds awesome ORRRRRRRRR


We could just starve ourselves to death and live on the flying Doritos coming out of that guy's front window, playing hungry hungry hippos, ANDD

make it to Olivia's bday party in DE.

Crickets.  Mama hears the crickets..  Okay Mama drives 80 mph to DE and the bday party we take over. One small stop for gas and as soon as we get to the Merritts I have to take a shower.  But we made it to DE, rolling up with various toiletries and accouterments  and side orders falling out of our pockets.   Well played, all around.