Rabbit said that he would be flying over our house at a certain time so I took a bunch of the kids out to look for him, which seems pretty normal, but when I’m standing outside my house staring up at the sky (this happens every so often) and people are walking by they do this thing where they look at me staring up into the blank sky and then look up at the sky themselves.
Then look back at me.
Then look back up at the sky.
Then back at me.
Then back at the sky.
Then back at me.

Until they decide I’m nuts and shake their heads and keep walking so I try to explain that I’m just waiting for the Rabbit to fly over and then they kind of chuckle and walk away a little faster.

And Rabbit never did fly over the house. His flight was cancelled so it turns out that I stood there staring up into the sky looking ridiculous for no reason. Again.

P.S. I’m on a horse

I don’t like grocery shopping.  I don’t enjoy the twice monthly challenge of maneuvering dual carts through isles full of people who don’t appreciate what it’s like to shop for a family of 10, or don’t realize they aren’t the only ones in the grocery store, or who don’t care that they aren’t the only ones in the grocery store.

I will admit to feeling a little shopping cart rage at times. I’m not proud of this.

Listen, it had been 8 isles and I simply needed to get around this lady. Everybody did. She had been an issue for a great many shoppers on every. freaking. isle. So finally I had had enough.

The whole event almost cost me my fabric softener because I totally missed it during our altercation, which consisted of me kicking her in the face with a chair. In my mind.

Okay, so nothing happened. But I did have to send Gabe back to get the fabric softener.

I like grocery shopping. I enjoy the one-on-one time with the child who’s opted to come with me that day. I like smelling the produce. Looking for good sales. Restocking the K-cups. The cereal isle.

I very much like cereal.  Do you know the goodness of Captain Crunch?  Fill it with smooth chocolate and you have the new Krave cereal. it’s like being tortured with flavor.

Also, there is the painfully wonderful quandary of what to eat just after putting away all the groceries. Definitely a first world problem.

I’m sure we’ll be moving up to three carts before too long. With 6 boys and one of them being Jesse…  I think it’s going to happen sooner rather than later.

Conversation I had with 4 year old Sam this morning while I was doing my hair.

Sam: Mom, I have been really wishing for this to be my room.

Me: You want my room to be your room?

Sam: Yes, I have been really wishing for this.

Me: Then where would Dad and I sleep?

Sam: Um… I will get you a comforter and…

Me: …I already have a comforter.

Sam: Noooo because I will be using that one. I will get you another comforter and I will make you a little bed and put it right on the side.

Me: On the side of what?

Sam: I don’t know.

….

Sam: I will be doing this when I’m big. I’m so excited.

Yesterday I took the kids to Old Navy for the first time in like an eon.  Old Navy is my most favorite clothing store ever in the world and I learned years ago that I pretty much could safely go there never because when I walk into an Old Navy store it’s like I’m a little kid on Christmas morning again and everything is mine. Except that nothing is wrapped. And I have to pay for all the stuff myself. And I’m not in my pajamas.

I had no choice but to go to the Old Navy store yesterday because my jeans of 8 years were on their last legs and they are my favorites and I can only get them from Old Navy.  I had tried ordering a pair from eBay and even though they were the same make and model with the same materials on the tag they were not the same jeans. They were odd fitting and not quite long enough and I freaked out just a little bit because I thought that Old Navy had maybe changed their sizing and I would never again find my perfect jeans.  Rabbit suggested I go to the Old Navy store because he has had some memory loss apparently, so with his blessing I did it. I went to the actual Old Navy store and after a few minutes I was overwhelmed so I texted him.

Me: At Old Navy store. Awesomeness overload. Can’t think.

Him: Mind blown. Pull it together!

And pull it together I did and then, like magic, I found my perfect jeans which means somebody on eBay is selling Old Navy’s second quality jeans as first quality jeans.  I also found some other clothing that wasn’t jeans and I have no guilt about this.

And the jeans I bought for Joe don’t fit him like he said they did when I made him try them on in the store.  We got home and he went to wear them and I was like, Joe, those jeans look a little tight on you. He replied with, Yeah, a little, but I thought they were loosenable.  

Loosenable?

So now I get to have to take them back to the store and exchange them.

Darn.

Update:  Apparently my blog has now decided to do things on its own and it published this post without approval from me before I had even finished typing it so now you’re probably wondering what in the heck I meant by my title.  This is that story.

Kait always says she’s 5’6” and I’m always like, That’s impossible because I’m 5’6” and you’re about an inch or so shorter than me. But while we were at Old Navy she measured herself on their measuring stick thing to prove to me that she was, in fact, 5’6” and I was like, Maybe you’ve grown and are finally the same height as me, but she was like, I’ve been 5’6” for like a year now, so I slipped my shoes off and measured myself and, low and behold I’m 5’7”.  When I was measured for my drivers license when I was 25 I was 5’6. And I was 5’6” when we all measured ourselves and marked it on the wall about 5 years ago. And my sister’s mother-in-law saw me this past Christmas and remarked that I was taller than she and her daughter had remembered.

So I’m still growing. At 36. Apparently.

And I love my new jeans.

And Old Navy is da bomb.