A Recap of My Week: Living The Dream

Here’s one highlight of my week. I scored these houseboots for the cold winter days ahead. I am wearing them today. It is 70 degrees outside.

Where has the week gone? It has been the best of times. It has been the worst of times. There is just so much to tell. Where to begin?

I have a kid who refuses to be well. He has caught every single bug that has passed his way. Now true one could argue that he is the very same kid who was busted licking a hand rail at Old Navy.

Duly noted.

Yesterday I got down in my back (If you aren’t from Alabama, Google it.) That’s not making for an easy time. But I am a mother so I keep moving. Even though it hurts. A lot.

I do think I am going to live though. Feel free to comment your well wishes. We all know that I am obviously a little attention starved or I wouldn’t be a blogger.

I have been to Walmart two times in the last three days. We have a shiny, new store. I can’t stay out of there. I grew up in a Walmart town. That is where you go to socialize. And buy stuff. Like new houseboots.

Did I mention it opened three days ago?

The reason I didn’t go on the first day was because my kid who refuses to be well wasn’t well. So I stayed home with him. As leaving a four-year old at home alone, especially while sick is frowned upon. Or illegal. Or something.

On the very day that Walmart opened a very dear friend, who pushed me to start writing a blog to begin with, pushed her fourth baby out into the world. Wow. She is pushy.

She joined the four baby club. What a day to be born, Baby! Not too many of us can steal Walmart’s thunder. Well played.

Of course I can’t go see the baby born on the same day that Walmart opened, because I have the kid who refuses to be well living in my house.

I will meet her soon though.

What else happened this week. Let’s see….

My daughter “accidentally” dropped a plastic sword on my forehead. I know you are trying to get the visual of how one accidentally drops a plastic sword on their mother’s forehead. Just trust me. It happens. So be afraid of that.

I actually have a tiny goose-egg on my brow from the assault. It is covered by my hair though. So it doesn’t get me any extra sympathy or anything.

That’s okay though because walking around slowly and hunched over is getting me quite enough. (Remember? I hurt my back? You really gotta keep up.)

My son who is going as Darth Vader for Halloween still needed a light saber. I bought him a blue one.

Lord Vader only carries red. My son is only four yet was quick to point that fact out. I knew it was wrong when I bought it. I was just trying to check something, anything off my list. I was at the brand new Walmart not able to stand up straight, with a goose-egg on my head, trying to get something accomplished.

They only had blue. Just….blue. Shouldn’t we actually blame Walmart here? Who buys just blue light sabers? For a grand opening?

Anyway I lost my Star Wars fan club membership over that one. And my street cred with my four-year old. I underestimated the power of the dark side.

The highlights of my week (Yes there was good stuff too):

One was def this:

My son raised a butterfly from a tiny catapillar at school. Everyone in his class had their own. They watched them grow and change every day. All too soon the day came to let them fly away. He was terribly sad. He wrote this letter to the butterfly that he named David.

Another highlight was going to an amazing concert: THE EAGLES! Or just Eagles. I never know how to properly announce cool bands.

I went to see one of the best band ever. Listening to that music took me right back.

Back to when I was 16. And riding around in my boyfriends obnoxiously huge Chevrolet. We would ride around going nowhere in particular, listening to music. So young and so carefree. We had never lived any of the life experiences that people were singing about on the stereo, but you couldn’t tell us that.

Sitting at the concert I sang every word of every song. It was unlike any other concert I had every been to. Some might say everyone was old like me. I say everyone was cool like me. This was our music.

Back then we didn’t have social media. Or tablets. Or 257 channels. Or XM radio. Or iTunes. We went and bought a cassette tape of our favorite band. Then we listened to that cassette over and over again until it was worn out.

Those were the days.

But actually sitting at that concert, these were the days. I was getting to relieve a little bit of my youth, except now the lyrics meant so much more. I have actually had a few life experiences now.

My sis in law and I danced like no one was watching. And actually that could be exactly what happened to my back. I mean, I am NOT 16 anymore. I sure do love my sister-in-law. And not just because she bought me a ticket to see one of the best bands ever. She is awesome.

Nowadays I don’t get to ride around going nowhere in particular, listening to music that often. Or ever. That’s okay though. My love of music has been overtaken by my love of my family. And the love of four little people who call me Mom.

Even when they accidentally drop plastic swords on my forehead. Or bring home every infectious disease known to man. Or snub my blue light saber.

They are still pretty amazing. Maybe even as amazing as the Eagle.

So actually I guess that makes me a rockstar. Living the dream.

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