I had forgotten how much I loathe taking my kids to the store with me. It is a trial in patience and not swearing in public, ok, maybe a bit of swearing. I'm going to start just spouting FFS instead. (Thank you again, Julie.) Is it normal for them to ask for so much? Yes, I did the entire teachery, "This is what we are going to do once inside" business before we even left the car. However, the boys decided being night creatures was much more fun. This meant they leapt and hissed and gnashed their teeth and everything from soup cans to little old ladies. I think it was embarrassing. Maybe. I was too annoyed and tired to really care at that point. Hell, (FFS) Finn was clearly wearing his jacket inside out because he wanted it to look white. It took all the proud parental "my kid is awesome no matter WTF you think" to not point out to people that I realize that not only is his jacket intentionally on inside out, his shoes are, too. Ok, the shoes not so much. It just seems to happen for him, but that is just because he is too creative and unique to waste time on such nonsense. (Einstein had some personal appearance issues, no?)

Forty-five dollars later, we walk out with some fried chicken, crackers, and hummus. Have I mentioned before how much I love hummus?

We had a fantastic dinner sitting around the table talking about my pregnancy cravings with each of them and comparing those things to their favorite and most loathed foods. Rian recalled chocolate milk and donut outings with Dad while I was too sick and pregnant with Finn to move. Jack was just happy I let him have his gun at the table tonight. And I just soaked it ALL in and realized, who gives a shit that we are eating Albertson's fried chicken. It was a blast.