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| Miz N was a gorgeous Snow White. |
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| A-girl was a perfect little Dora fairy princess. |
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| And Little Man was a tiger/Tigger. Too cute for words. |
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| My three loves. |
When I started thinking about costumes,
I invited my dear friend
To join us on Halloween night
For food
For fun
For an extra pair of hands.
I raced out of school as soon as possible
And got the kids dressed in their costumes
And then we hit the local Panda Express
For Free Kids Meals for kids in costumes
And Chiptoles for
$3.00 Boorittos for anyone in costumes.
(Yes, they do accept a giraffee headband
And a lion mask
As costumes.)
Then we hit the neighborhood of the Littles' daycare
And we spent a lovely hour walking around the area
Filling up their buckets
Watching Miz N run from house to house
Enjoying A-girl's "Trick a Treat" followed by "Thank You"
And being assumed at Little Man's death grip on his bucket
That people were pouring in extra candy because
"He is just so cute!"
He never said "Trick or Treat"
But he would say "You" for "Thank You"
Or would sign thank you at every person.
And he even gave a few waves goodbye and a high five
(To a man who looked a lot like Santa Claus.)
Then we packed back up the kids
With plans to go back and hit our neighborhood
When it happened.
I realized
I hadn't left my phone in the car
Like I had thought when 1/2 way through the walk
I had wanted to take a picture.
It wasn't in the van.
It wasn't in my purse.
Then I remembered when we first got out of the car
And I had slammed the back door after getting out the stroller
That I had heard a bad crashing/crunching sound
And I had reopened it up to see what I had slammed and saw nothing
And closed it again.
We looked all over the road
And the sidewalk
And the grass
And nothing
Nada.
That phone is my everything.
My only phone.
My only contacts.
My lifeline.
Tried to hold down the paniac.
Tried to get home.
Tried to take care of the kids
(Sara just did it - thank God)
And I started online trying to figure out what to do.
I'll cut out the search
The panaic
The worry
But
About two hours later
It was in my hands again.
I used Find My Phone on iCloud
(So glad
Once again
That I stuck with getting an iPhone
And bought the OtterBox cover.)
And tracked it to a neighborhood
And after watching it for 20 minutes
Sitting in a house
I decided to go drive there and see if I could find out anything.
They found it
Right where I,
Too late,
Realized I dropped it.
And didn't know what to do with it
So they took it home
And planned to take it to Verizon tomorrow.
I seriously do not know what is wrong with me.
I have developed
What I have heard other people call
Pregnancy brain
But
A) I have never been pregnant
B) I have never been pregnant
So I call it
Mommy brain.
I honestly think my head is so full
Of so many new responsiblities
(aka Miz N, A-girl, and Little Man
And all that comes with that
Plus two kids in diapers
Who are basically relying on me for their survival)
That I suddenly have lost the ability to think straight
And multi-task
And I used to be the queen of multi-task.
I've left my credit card purse behind at Target.
My wallet on the counter at Walmart.
My keys in the grocery cart at Fry's.
And now my iPhone on the back door of the van.
The good news is
I haven't forgotten
Or lost
A kid
Yet.
Despite the insanity at the end
It was a fun night.
The kids were happy
Content
And
Miz N was happy with her candy stash
Even if it "wasn't even 1/2 of what she got last year"
And Little Man went to sleep with a ring of chocolate around his mouth
And signing "more, more"
But
The best news was
A-girl fell asleep in her bed
In less than 2 minutes.
(Yes.
Her bed.
First time she's fallen asleep there
And I haven't had to move her there
After she fell asleep in the closet since August.)
Here's to the
Sort-of/Basically
Successfully
Start of the holiday season
And as my mind starts to think about Thanksgiving
And then Christmas
I have
A Christmas wish
"All I Want for Christmas"
Is my
Fully-functioning
Multi-tasking
Type-A
Organized
No need to rely on a calendar for every little thing
Brain
Back.
Please
Santa.
Please.
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