Well, I am sick of typing in purple all the time, and I don't care if it matches the rest of the page, so I'm using blue, and that's that.
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It's been a busy week, and this weekend is going to be even hecticker.
Yesterday was insane. Oh, right. I was going to learn my lesson and type the blogs up in Word and then cut/paste, so I didn't lose a long thing again, but here I am. Dopey, dopey me.
So. Yesterday. What, what, what. The kids got off to school okay. Sophia and I had to drive way out to The Ted in Norfolk - a long-ass drive - in order to exchange our vouchers for actual tickets to see Sesame Street Live. Just before we left, I had a premonition that Jack's school would be calling me to come pick him up. Call it Mother's Intuition or not, but I was right. While standing at the ticket counter, my phone rang, and the nurse was telling me that Jack was in her office, crying about an upset tummy. Crap! I told her where I was and that I'd be on my way, but it would take me a long time.
By the time I got there, there were only 35 min left in his day, and he was saying he wanted to stay there and ride the bus home. Uh, no. I rushed all the way back and had to rearrange the schedule, so you're stuck with me, buddy!
After that, we went to the bank to deposit the mortgage refinancing checks. Woohoo, it finally came in! Now my car is paid off, and almost everything else we owe is paid off, too. It's a rush. Now we can start saving up for Rob's next car to, uh, destroy...
Our TV remote has been missing for a while, so we drove next to a Cox service center to pick up a new one. Whilst standing in line, I noticed the posters showing their bundled packages, and realized we could get a home phone and DVR service for barely more than what we're paying now for just cable and internet. Oh, yeah, baby. I upgraded. They gave me the DVR box right there, so I'm trying to juggle purse, keys, huge heavy pizza-size box, and hold two kids' hands, out to the car. That was fun.
Then we got stuck on the highway. I was in a panic, because I was literally 30 feet from my exit and traffic wasn't moving an inch - and Chloë was due home on the bus. I was stuck there for nearly a half hour, and the time she should be home came and went. I was calling the neighbor frantically, but their machine was picking up, and I didn't have the other neighbors' numbers. (Which is dumb, since I have them right here on our Girl Scouts candy order form. I shall be plugging them right into my phone!) I finally made it home, and there she was in our driveway, being pulled around in the wagon by two of the fifth graders who now walk her home every day. Thank God. And that neighbor I couldn't reach? He was also outside, working on his yard, about to call me to see if I knew my daughter was sitting outside. At least he was there to keep an eye on the kids.
So I went around hugging and explaining and thanking and apologizing, and while I was talking to the neighbor, Chloë jumped into the van and buckled up. "Where are we going, hon?" I asked her. She thought for a minute and said, "Uhh.... Wendy's? Please? Please?" At that moment, I would have given her the world, so I relented. We drove around the corner and got a chicken sandwich for me, and a 5-pc nuggets for each of the kids. Only we only got one order of nuggets, I found when we returned home. Imagine trying to split five nuggets amongst three hungry children. I was seriously annoyed. When I called them, I was told to come back and they would give me the other two. Um, ya think?
But we didn't have time for that then. We had to get ready for Brownies. Chloë got her vest on, and we jumped back into the car. On the way, Sophie told me she wanted a nap, so for once I didn't stay and watch the troop do their thing. Jack needed one too, I could tell, so we went home and I put them down. Time for a much-needed break! I don't even remember what I did, other than vegetate.
Rob walked in the door just in time for me to be able to go get Chloë without having to wake up the babies. Phew. The girls were sitting outside "getting their crazies out," as Troop Leader Deb put it. And Chlo was definitely in a sillish mood. As usual when she's feeling goofy, she was meowing and purring like a kitty.
When we got home, we had to wake everyone up and get them ready to go to Sesame Street! Rob got them buckled while I ran in for the camera I wanted to sneak in, and some candy for each of the kids to keep them busy while we waited for the show to start. That was a good call. I should've brought more. No, then they would've had upset tums. Three pieces each was just right.
The show was about what Elmo wants to be when he grows up. It was a lot of fun. It held all the kids' interest the whole two hours, which is a major feat for us. There was minimal complaining, except on Jack's part, since he wanted "an Elmo thingy" in the worst way - a stupid, ridiculously overpriced light-up spinny toy that would be broken or forgotten about right after the show.
Chloë decided at the intermission that she wanted to buy an Elmo balloon with her allowance money, and the other kids chimed in that they wanted one, too. So instead, we spent $8 apiece on these ridiculously overpriced Elmo thingies. Here they are, gaping down freakishly at me from the living room ceiling.
Speaking of overpriced, this Sprite (which is not the two-liter bottle it looks like here!) was three damn dollars.
To see the rest of the Sesame Street pictures, click here. (You don't need to sign in; just click on the first picture to go to the slideshow.)
By the time we arrived home, everyone was super exhausted. Again, I don't remember what I did, other than try to type up the disappearing blahg.
Today was less crazy. The kids got off to school, and Sophia was still sleeping. She really didn't feel good yesterday, so I wasn't surprised. I cleaned off my enormously messy desk while I waited for her to get up, and it's actually got usable surface now! Maybe when the cleaning lady comes next, I can have her clean it, instead of just telling her to "ignore that eyesore..."
She wasn't up to going anywhere when she finally did wake up, so we stayed home and cuddled until Daddy came in, early. We're having some hurricane-strength gusts, so our recycling ended up all over the neighborhood this morning. ARGH. Embarrassing. I was going to clean it up, but I stayed inside with Soap instead. So Rob did it when he got home, good man.
I went and did a Verizon mystery shop, and then I stopped at the nearby Panera to bring home some nutty chipper cookies. Good stuff. I had to go do a PetSmart shop too, but I had forgotten my paperwork. Dang it. I ran home, where Rob was losing a vicious argument with the new DVR box. I hustled right back out of his way again, to PetSmart.
While there, I visited the kitties awaiting adoption. I've been in the market for a new kitten or puppy - and Rob is not totally onboard with this or we'd have one already ☻- so I thought I'd check out theirs. $89 to adopt a cat! Heck no! Rats.
When I got home, I noticed Chloë's hair was really knotty and ratty-looking. So I started brushing it out, and this is what it looked like, all wavy and poofy and luxurious.
She wanted to straighten her hair after that, so I sent her up to get my flat iron, and this is what she looked like. Call me extremely biased, but I think she is one gorgeous kid! I have to laugh at how huge her hair looks compared to her little tiny heiny, though!
It really was ratty on the ends, though, so I cut an inch or two off. I hope it looks all right when it curls back up tomorrow - but that's the beauty of curly hair. So forgiving!
Then she wanted to take a picture of me. *Groan* Y'all know I'm not in favor of having my picture taken right now, or ever, really. But I agreed, and she wanted me to pose silly, so I did: 
Anyhoo, that's pretty much the day. The kids watched Ice Age tonight, and now I'm going to do my shop reports and then watch a movie or two myself while I knit. It's been a few days since I've made any progress on the sweater, and I'm eager to see it finished.
Happy weekend, y'all!
Fin.
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