Back to normal complaining, but with a horrible retro 90s smoker cough

 I told Minnie she could have treat at the grocery store. She picked a dozen pink roses— 11 to display in her dresser (that holds SO MANY TREASURES right now) and one to pluck the head off of and carry everywhere, natch.

She also got a cookie at Starbucks, but as she pointed out, that was not a treat— SHE WAS JUST HUNGRY FOR THAT PLACE. I mean, yes, that’s legit. Also, our Pick n Save got upgraded (? The produce is still pale winter garbage— I spent $7 on an organic purple cauliflower that was ROTTEN) to a Metro Market and there is just suddenly a Starbucks right at the end of the baking aisle like a little oasis. I usually just get grocery pick up, but my midweek oh-shit runs got cozier for sure.

Tacos last night and buffalo wraps tonight, and the veggies are really already. Because sometimes 2pm is the only time I have to make dinner. ** eye roll** Also, Harry, Minnie, and I had tacos at a normal dinner time, but Jack and Ben didn’t have them until 8pm because Ben went straight to get Jack at his dive practice, and then they both went to Coop’s practice where Jack did his home work— this was a surprisingly great work flow. (Dorothy and Cooper eat packed dinners 4 nights a week **yikes face**)

Night 6! The boys all got page-a-day calendars (ones with swears LOL), and Minnie got dot markers and a notebook. I got Dorothy a planner, washi tape, and fine point markers, and she is is PLANNING HEAVEN. It’s the CUTEST.

Coop has a round robin hockey tourney tonight that is also a fundraiser for his club— I wish I could watch, but I remember the crush of coughing people ate hockey picture night, AKA the last day Minnie was healthy, so she and I are sitting this one out and doing the dance pickup shift instead. Do I want to solo parent every single one of her waking hours? Erm, no. Not really, actually. Even though she is a super fun companion and very helpful. (I mean it— 3 is so darn wonderful).

I am not taking Coop to diving practice tomorrow, and I actually feel bad about it, even though he has gone at least 4 days a week since the season started. There is a basketball game on campus, and I just cannot even deal with driving through that ish AGAIN. Plus, Harry works, so I have to pick up Coop, pick up Jack, take Jack to dive, take Coop to dive, take Dorothy to dance, pick up from dance, either do bedtime by myself or pickup from hockey— the whole circuit. Cutting out the downtown trip is helpful FOR SURE. I am going to try to be better at doing less when I want to— but also I hate driving in crappy weather AND in the dark, so I wanted to maximize fall semester participation before wimping out in the spring semester. 

TL; DR: We are getting an ACTIVITY BREAK, and I can’t wait!!! 

Dorothy has 5 weeks off of dance— with a Saturday rehearsal for her supergroup thrown in— and Coop has a small diving break, although hockey os pretty constant through March— when it is DANCE COMP SEASON.

She asked to play with her stuffies in her crib, and who am I to deny that request?

Hey! Harry decorated his Yeti. IS THIS A SIGN???