Yesterday
Posted by Carrie on 29 Jun 2009 | Tagged as: Familial things
Yesterday was one of those days that just feels too “voluminous” to try to recount in detail. Too many little things, and they add up and make me feel tired just remembering. It was a day made for bullet points!
- Slept too late to get in a walk before church; didn’t have my bike back from the shop yet, either.
- Got ready for church, but Eric woke up too late for that…so we changed plans and decided instead to head down to Chicago via the Metra.
- Missed the train. Waited for the next one while eating lunch at a hot dog stand by Lake Michigan. Very pretty.
- Rode to Chicago. Kids were in heaven; Eric and I were kept “entertained” by a trio of three young women across from us who didn’t come installed with filters between brain and mouth.
- Shopped. Eric’s entire aim had been a particular marked-down notebook cover from Levenger, so that was the immediate goal. Also hit the Lego store for the kids and the Garmin store for me (I was hoping they could help me out with my now beepless Forerunner, but, alas, they could not).
- Realized on the way down to Chicago that the dress I was wearing should have been removed from circulation long ago – a real issue when said dress is strapless and one no longer has the ability to fill it out. Looked for a dress to replace it, but found nothing I liked. Glad to have brought along a cardigan.
- Gabe threw tantrum to end all tantrums over leaving the Lego store. Apparently, my dress is “stupid!”
- Eric and the boys shopped at Lush. The salesgirls were enchanted by Gabe. Somebody should be.
- Ate at Pizano’s. They had good pizza and excellent Merlot.
- Everything closed, but we missed the earlier train back, so we sat outside the Metra station and let the kids run. And run. I staged races for them across the plaza, getting them good and tired so they might sleep on the train back.
- Annnnnnnd Sam cooperated by sleeping, stretched out with his head by my lap. Gabe? Not. So. Much. Dude.
Today is another day. Though, honestly, I’d rather undergo about ten of Gabe’s epic shriekfests (“YOU ARE THE WORSTEST MOM I COULD EVER HAVE! AAAAAAAA–”) in the middle of the Magnificent Mile crowds than deal with the dental appointment scheduled for 7 o’clock tonight.
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