What Boring People We Are

Now this isn't something I didn't already know. But when I think about our weekend as a whole, I am boldly reminded that somewhere along the way, we stopped being cool and started being, well, adults.

Saturday: I spent the morning at the Holiday Mart with my MIL and SIL. For those of you unaware of the holiday mart, let me enlighten you. It is a huge gathering of boutique shops from around the country. Tens of thousands of crazed, heel wearing, Coach bag toting women gather at this annual event in order to shop the hundreds of booths. They spend with abandon (my goodness, this place is from California, we must buy 1o!) The air smells of Christmas and the various dips you can sample. They carry around their wine (or beer, whatever your taste determines) and snap up designer clothing, christmas decorations, and custom made playdough and pillowcases. And while the idea is to get everything on your christmas list, mostly you get everything for yourself. I admit, I did almost fall prey to a beautful designer diaper bag ("that you can use as a carry on when your babies have outgrown it" said the skinny cute chick selling these that had obviously never actually given birth.) But if I'd have came home with a $200 diaper bag, my husband would've had some kind of meltdown.

Came home, did a bit of cleaning while Matt mowed. Had a lovely dinner of chicken nuggets and waffle fries. Finally got the girls to bed. Then we had a very romantic evening playing mario cart on the Wii. That is what we are reduced to these days. Eating pumpkin shaped cupcakes, frosted by a four year old, with fingerprints still in the icing, racing each other on a video game. Date night? Is that, like, a real thing that happens?

Sunday: Had every intention of going to church. Husband and children heavily against church. Did not go to church. Had to pray, again, for forgiveness for not going. Went to eat at inlaws. Discussed with my MIL and BIL about meditation, and how to center yourself. Decided that as soon as I had myself centered, a small child would urgently need some sort of snack or to tell me something immediately. Realized that my center was around my target list and if the leotard was clean for dance this week. Had lovely lunch, then left girls while we ran errands. Went to CVS, made out like a bandit, gave my thrice weekly donation to Target, went to Home Depot. Drooled over turquoise washer and dryer. Heard my mother in my head explaining that the reason this country is in its current financial situation is because people are in love with appliances. Realize I am in love with appliance, and horrified that this is the case. Must learn to love something besides appliances.

Went to the Babies R Us. Still didn't find a baby hat. Apparently, all the good mommies got their babies a hat already. So us slacker mommies are left with too big hats, searching all over town to find something appropriate for the babies with cold heads. So, Sunday, our 2 hours away from our children, were spent shopping for our children. Picked up girls, went to the Great Mall. Which is totally white trash heaven. Icky place with great bargains. Tried to dodge all the people who feel the need to TOUCH my baby while making a beeline to Carters. FINALLY found a hat. Thank God, I will not be seen as the mommy who can't put a hat on her baby's head.

Paid and had to stop at "the ducky store" (bath and body works outlet) in order to look for some american girl lotion. Found lotion. Found aromatherapy bubble bath for mommy. Mommy has no time for aromatherapy bath, but it'll look good in the basket by the tub. Will put it in the center of the basket. Maybe that'll count. Came home, ate leftovers, did laundry, baths and bed. More laundry for mommy, probably not nice bath.

10 years ago, I'd have been out with my friends this weekend. Maybe at homecoming. Maybe shopping for homecoming. And now I have a love affair with a wash machine and spend my days shopping for toilet paper and baby hats. How boring I've become in just 10 years.