Suffice it to say, the idea of taking my two Aspergian boys who can't agree on whether the sky is blue or gray makes me want to howl like a baby. Summer break is awful in this regard. My boys normally go everywhere with me so when it comes to my "big" shopping day, I must prepare myself with plenty of emotional rest the day before. I must be alert and on my game. If I'm not, I end up walking away without the steak for Saturday's steak dinner or talked into $50 worth of bungee cords that Dad doesn't need for some project that he never planned on starting.
Normally, I'm ready to go. My lists (I'm all about lists) are prepared several days in advance with coupons clipped and the appropriate pre-printed Excel grocery spreadsheet highlighting items needed by aisle (yes, I am slightly uptight - yet extremely organized). My linen shopping bags (I'm all about being "green" these days) are sitting with the dry cleaning bag, my charged cell phone ("impossible!", my friend, Brenda thinks), and my keys are with my purse. I am ready for battle. I will get a good night's sleep so that my boys will not get the better of me on Friday morning.
WRONG! Nothing was ready yesterday except that my phone was charged (my friend will be so proud). My sleep was muddled by the itty screams of mosquitoes diving in for attacks (refer to my other blogs). Apparently the dogs were having nightmares and kicking me over the same thing. I woke up exhausted. Definitely not on my game. By the time I made my menus, checked the pantry and household supplies, and compiled my coupons, it was well past 1:00pm. This was not acceptable. I'm a woman who likes to get out early with my boys, avoid the crowds, the heat, and the bizarre stares when Austy makes references about my ugly toe nails. I made a last minute decision...leave 'em at home.
Why not? William was on medication from Tuesday's deviated septum surgery. He would not be up to moving around and certainly wouldn't be arguing with Austynn. If I let Austy play Wii downstairs, he'd be in his Heaven. So that's what I did. For the first time all summer I was free to peruse through the stores alone. No arguing. No distractions. No 13 year old crawling on the floor under the jewelry cases at Walmart looking for misplaced "diamonds". I was silly. I was giddy. I was downright stupid with happiness and my new found freedom.