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Today for the second time in our parenting lives, we ran completely out of diapers. Well there was the one on Ben, but that was it. I had to run to a local drugstore to grab some, which bugs me because they are definitely more expensive than where I usually buy them. But hey, who's fault would that be? Yup, you got it. Ben. He completely insists on wearing them 24/7.
At the drugstore they asked me if I would like to purchase some M&M's or a Snickers in addition to the diapers I was overpaying for. What the...? Is the National Center for Obese Adults (NCOA) paying them a commission or something? I told the cashier, "Yes. Yes I really would. Which is why I won't be. Thanks."
I also ran to the kids' school to place my order for school t-shirts for next year. Because nothing screams school spirit like an overpriced t-shirt. While we were there, Ben decided he would try out his new trick for everyone who happened to be at the school today. If a strangers comes within five feet of him, he begins to cry like someone just stole his favorite toy/ice cream cone/right arm. I really like it and it doesn't embarrass me at all. Or the poor people who innocently walk by us. I think I had seven parents apologize for waving at him. Seriously, this spend-all-your-time-as-a-family-because-you-still-know-very-few-people-and-your-neighbors-still-don't-leave-their-homes lifestyle we are living is going well. Super well.
On the way home Matt old me that it was impossible to close my eyes. Okay? I responded that it was not a good idea while I was driving, but I would be glad to attempt the impossible when we got home. "You can't, it's impossible," he informed me again. In an attempt to avoid arguing with a little boy, I told him he was crazy. Okay, I didn't, but I did tell him I was pretty sure that it was not impossible to close your eyes. He responded by closing his and then asked me to look at him. One more time...okay? "See mom, I'm closing my eyelids, not my eyes." Touché little boy. Touché.
