(Update to the Lost Underwear Saga in the comments of previous post)
Sometimes y’all write to me and offer family or other suggestions. I like that. I’m good with that. Just so you know.
Sometimes one of you will write and explain why something I wrote was actually VERY dirty and I totally had no idea – I was just repeating something I heard (because I love reporting other people’s conversations, do it all the time, but there is a certain hazard when you do this) and I thought it meant one thing and OH REALLY? You’re kidding?! That’s what that meant thank you for the clue there and WHOAH I appreciate that. REALLY, I do. This has happened, surprisingly, several times. Your explanations never offend me, and always make me SO GRATEFUL because then I can go back and re-read and then EDIT it out of what is otherwise a nondescript sorta Christian mommyblog that shouldn’t be talking like that.
Sometimes you write and give me pep talks that make me cry because they are so sweet and I had no idea I’d sounded so pathetic as to inspire one in the first place. (my sister.)
Sometimes you write and say WOW, Kels, you’re sounding insecure. You should get that Beth Moore book, “So Long, Insecurity.” (But written in a far more tactful, loving way) And you know what? I did. It arrived yesterday, via UPS and it’s on my nightstand, and thanks! If I start sounding different, this very well may be why. But I haven’t started it yet, and I kinda like my numerous insecurities, so I don’t know. We’ll see.
Anyway. I listen to you guys, and I appreciate you, and just wanted to say so.
And now I need to get three boys to Target. Because that’s where you can get snacks for the flag football team, a needed gray t shirt for a ten year old, milk, swim shorts that do not fall off a four year old, and underwear for a six year old because he has somehow half the number of pairs of underwear his brothers have, which causes problems when I’m behind on laundry, which is like, always – and you can get it ALL at Target.
If you’re wiling to brave it with three boys. And I am.
(No, I’m really NOT in the mood to do that right now, please forgive me, as that was a lame pep talk to myself to get on some mascara and get out the door already, it’s just that i HAVE to go and I might as well psych myself into believing I adore the one stop shop-edness of Target and I’m ready for it right at this moment.)
6:56 pm
Ah Target. It is such a handy place. It does have all those things you need. Plus sometimes cute sandals AND I’ve never once found them lacking in M&Ms.
In other news, your whole underwear saga made me think of that fascinating text-conversation we had while I was in San Juan about the random tidily folded pair of men’s underwear I found on the top shelf of the closet in my hotel room. And you suggested maybe it was a local custom and I should leave a pair of my own.
And then I remembered that phase Caden went through when he was 2 where he would raid the dirty clothes hamper for grown up sized underwear to put on his head so he could run naked through the house. While you had guests.
I’m thinking you are destined to experience interesting underwear encounters throughout your life. You and the undies. It’s like fate.
11:11 pm
I mostly shop the clearance section. I’m a sucker for clearance. I’ll buy it even if I don’t need it because it has a sticker that says NOW $3.23 WAS $3.63… :S