Or maybe it is because we had an insanely busy and eventful weekend (compared to every other weekend in our life... to you it's probably the norm).
Friday was a big day for Diesel. He got them male parts deflated, aka he got fixed. Dude needed it. His testosterone levels were the equivalent to a teenage boys... I swear. No word yet on if this will actually help knock that fool down a notch or two as we are still dealing with the cone of shame and all the awkwardness/frustrations that comes with that. Regardless... he's alive and survived his surgery. (Speaking of... little turd is currently making a scene to go outside for like the 16th time this evening. MOM JUST WANTS TO SIT AND DRINK THIS BEER WITHOUT YOUR MOUTH POPPING OFF.)
Saturday morning we decided to go drop a ton of money on a new truck. Because, why not? At the end of the day our old truck was absolutely not cutting it. It was neither safe or reliable and my absolute biggest stressor was that truck and whether it may or may not break down on me on any given day. So we traded it. And I don't for one second regret it. After signing our life away at the dealership we had to run a couple of errands before meeting up with our lone friends here in Clarksville for dinner at Bdubs. Which is quickly becoming a Saturday night tradition in this household. Three weeks running obviously makes it a tradition, am I right? Grace was having a rough night and crashed early in the truck after Rob had to remove her from dinner. These darn molars, y'all. I'm OVER them.
Sunday we did nothing and it was mostly glorious. We watched football and laid on the couch for extended periods of time. As relaxing as it sounds, it kind of wasn't. At all. Kids and everything make it kind of hard to just relax and do nothing.
And today, Monday, we went to the pumpkin patch. After a 45 minute drive to the middle of nowhere Kentucky - we arrived to no service (the horrors!!!), our friends and an AMAZING farm. For $20 we got access to the farm, mini-golf for Rob and Grace and a mini pumpkin. That's dirt cheap in my book. And there was TONS to do. First we shucked our own corn to feed the goats, pigs, chickens, ducks, donkey and horses. To which my child is basically a professional. She just walks up the animals and sticks her hand out with not a care in the world. My sweet animal lover. Then we tried to take pictures. My husband and toddler were like nope... but I did get a good one to document Brooke's first trip to the pumpkin patch. After playing on a hay bail playground and seeing some more animals - Grace and Rob took a ride on the lawn mower train. Which was a bunch of old lawn mowers attached to each other pulled by a tractor in a circle. We are obsessed with tractors in this house... so that was a hit and a certain toddler thought she should ride it alone. Riding with daddy just isn't the same when you are TWO. We snapped one quick family shot in front of the sunflowers and then headed off to the mini golf course. Where Rob and Justin quickly learned mini-golf with toddlers is not at all fun. Miranda and I got a good laugh though. Up next we were going to ride the hayride out to the pumpkin patch but had to bail when all the children got grumpy and the adults started to get hangry. Sometimes you just got to know when to call it.
The rest of our day was spent dealing with a toddler in an overall crummy mood. Meltdown after meltdown and attitude galore. Then came bath time and it was like a switch was flipped and the entire house just went chaotic as all get out and somehow Rob and I made it out alive. But not without the need for a beer and some time out on the back porch just sitting in absolute silence. I love being a mom but good Lord... THAT was ROUGH.
And now it is Tuesday. Another week. I'm hoping for a good one.
How was your weekend?