This is about as much as we saw of it.
Nothing like spending the morning eating cupcakes and being without kids for the first time in three years to get an old married couple acting drunk and disorderly.
Not that I would change one iota of my life. But you know…
For just 2 mornings, to sleep in til 8 am…
To not have a mental note of each child’s bowel movement or lack thereof and be wondering if it was due to the bananas and cheese and applesauce in one meal and the fact that I forgot to pick up prunes on the last trip to the market and why won’t she just drink more water for heaven’s sake…
To go out to dinner and not take an extra bag for bibs, sippy cups, wet wipes, teethers, bottles, and extra-large, biodegradable toilet seat covers for a conscientious 3 year old and how in the name of love are we going to fit the double stroller in there…
Well, it’s enough to warrant drunken and disorderly conduct.
Sometimes it’s liberating to post stupid pictures of myself.
To laugh in the face of my crows feet and stop hiding behind pictures of my joeys.
I’m 32 (for a few more weeks). My face is aging like nobody’s business. I’m a mom to 3. I look like it. I act like it. And I’ve got the mini van to prove it.
But right now I’m having a really great time at the hidden Golden Gate Bridge.
Oh look, the fog cleared.
Jay thought we could take a photo of the informational kiosk’s photo and pretend that was our own photo. Except this photo looks all retro and so not like any photo we could take. So that fog-busting photo scheme was quickly canned. I can’t stop saying photo.
A nice couple offered to take our picture. And then they told us to lay off the booze so early in the day.
Then we started home. And spent most of the trip talking about the kids and how much we love them and missed them. I couldn’t wait to get back to the bowel movement mental notes. Really. The responsibility of it all keeps me grounded and centered and content.
There’s nothing sweeter in the world than being parent.