It has become apparent to me that I have been severely misinformed. Let me rephrase that. I have severely misinformed myself because for some reason I was under the impression that once my child was potty-trained and could walk, life would get a little bit easier. And by easier I mean that I might be fortunate enough to have some brief moments of “me” time…not much, mind you. I’m talking enough time to sit on the potty and read one trashy, gossipy, unimportant magazine article. But alas, it seems that the age increase in our dear child has meant the need for MORE attention. This becomes more apparent to me when the weekend comes and Dan has to work because I find myself waking up on Saturday morning and thinking, “Wait. I need to rest. This is the weekend. I have worked. I am tired.” So, there I am, wracking my brain as to what we can do outside of the house because I know that staying in is NOT an option.
It’s these times that make the Barnesville Buggy Days sound like the most fun place ever to be, so it’s exactly what I start building it up to be. Mimi and Aunt SuSu came along and I’m sure that the four of us were a sight to be seen. Why, you ask? Between Aunt SuSu catering to Brittain’s every need, Mimi never missing a “here, use this hand sanitizer now” opportunity, and the rain that poured almost the whole time we were there, I have a feeling that there were quite a few people who enjoyed our little show.
In the end I was reminded again “what it’s all about.” Despite the rain, we all left with smiles on our faces because it was another day spent with family and knowing that as long as we’re together, anything is fun.
