Ryan and I went on a highly anticipated, not as regular since our babysitter took a job in Maryland, date last Friday. We decided on bowling, a first in Tennessee and a former favorite in Michigan, internet scoping the nearest alley 30 minutes away. I dressed appropriately, jeans and a comfortable shirt, and packed accordingly with socks tucked away in my purse. Date night, first and foremost, always consists of running errands, a thorn in my flesh, but we do it every single time because if we actually make the effort of embarking towards civilization we need to take full advantage of all the wonderful retail opportunities available and stock up like we are preparing for the end of days.
We left promptly at 4 o’clock because we are SUCH big party animals, intent on being home no later than 9:00, p.m., not a.m., ran our errands, got a little side tracked by a sign that pointed south, declaring “Shiloh National Park and Cemetery” and ditched our plans to go bowling and decided instead to walk amongst the historical remnants of the Civil War. It was beautiful, and it's a good thing we went when we did seeing that the government was about to shut down due to its obvious lack of compromising abilities.
Saturday I was antsy. As inspiring as my beautiful, solitary home is, I was in the mood for something a little more social, a little less zombied out on my laptop, and a little more colorful, I was in the mood to browse some flea markets. I asked the kids if they wanted to come and since the boys were out of cash, they declined, it’s just not fun if you can’t buy anything, but the girls, after hauling out their money jars, discovered that they each had a few dollars to blissfully waste away on junk.
We had a great time, hitting two big flea markets, an antique market, and a local restaurant where I had the best catfish sandwich ever and my girls ate for two bucks, each. Crazy cheap, 2 dollar kid’s meals, can’t beat it, the whole family needs to frequent this joint more often.
Sunday night has become family movie night. Such a simple tradition that requires very little from the parents except the desire to sit and watch (or pretend to watch while pinteresting) a movie with the little ones gathered all around. We had nachos and fudge and even Luke got in on the action when the movie perked up and provided some musical entertainment for his soul.
Finally, the most important occurrence of the week, I FOUND A STYLIST! She’s great, we gabbed, she gave me names and numbers for everyone and everything she could think of, she cut my bangs for the first time since I was 18, and I left with a hip, polished cut.
Just keep livin!!