~Thankful~ Day 9

Today I am Thankful for silly contests and new perspectives.

This picture represents two things I vowed never to expose my children to, Chuck E. Cheese and Barney.

I failed. I'm glad I did.

Let me explain...

Our apartment complex had a little Halloween shindig two weeks ago and the girls and I went. Free food, pumpkin bowling, coloring contest. Good stuff.

The manager suggested we enter the girls in the coloring contest. I looked at their art, Brooke's was mostly colored by me apart from some awesome scribbles, and Jocelyn had drawn a spider on the back of hers.

"Sure"

Next day I get a phone call from the manger saying both girls had won in their age groups and their combined prizes totally $25 in Chuck E Cheese gift cards.

Oy.

Today was a hard day, Jocelyn got shots, I paid bills, Ben had PT, so Chuck E. Cheese sounded pretty good for dinner. I found a coupon online and we got dinner and 45 tokens making our out of pocket a grand total of $4.95.

It was amazing! We all had a blast. Especially Jocelyn, her favorite part was collecting all the tickets. Ben hit the jackpot and over a hundred tickets came rushing out of the machine. It was like Christmas.

As for Barney, they didn't ask and I didn't tell.

exhaustion

Do you remember when I went to Colonial Williamsburg last month?

Of course not because I didn't post about it.

This is Jocelyn on the floor of our authentic colonial pub completely exhausted from water parks, running, intense humidity and cousins.

She was so wiped at the restaurant I just let her curl up into a little ball on my purse, under the table. Like a little bird she would pop her head up from time to time for bites of cornbread (the best I have ever had)

I know it was sort of gross but my baby was too tired for me to care about propriety or germs.

That's how I feel now,

and I am still so far from resting.

I need to get my head around this move. Make the calls, change the addresses, confirm our future place of residence, inform the CA DMV that we have due current registration on our car, just not in your state.

It will all work out in the end, I know it. I know we were supposed to come here, and I know we are supposed to go there, I just wish someone else would do it for me.

Right now I feel like crawling up into a ball on the floor waiting for someone to feed me little bites of grub. But I am the mama now. Ben and I take care of our family, each other, which means getting up when we are tired and want to quit ... or at least ordering some room service.