My mind is a rolling…

We’ve got a crazy week over here. Birthday parties and Thanksgiving feasts. Pilgrim hats to be made and gifts for the birthday boy to be bought.  

I ran to Target last night. Geez, I hate going at night. It’s a different crowd, you know? I’m not sure if it was the darkness or the crowd that made me hug my handbag a little tighter and walk a little faster. But of course I was fine and since I was by myself, I perused each and every single aisle. Fun stuff. I think I’ll have to do that more often. Maybe even next Tuesday night. I’m calling it a Me Night.

Today we’ve got school, Bible Study and Monkey’s birthday celebration in his classroom. 6o sprinkled donut holes were ordered by request of the birthday boy.  He’s doing it my way, spreading out his birthday love for almost a week. Celebration today in school, Friday night with pizza and Grandparents, Saturday is the actual day and Sunday something with friends. Boys only, I was told. Ummm, what about me? I’m a girl. I was told I could come for a little while to take pictures but the party is for boys only. Ok, Thanks for bending your rules for me a bit.

I really think we should have a birthday week. How fun would that be?

Oh, and the Mom should get some presents too. Since she was the one who did all of the work that very special day. Anyone remember Mary? Girlfriend, rode on a donkey, gave birth in a stable and we celebrate her.

I feel like this guy this week. Rolling here and there and everywhere. Trying to get to my goal, but of course there is so much to do.

I woke up this morning thinking I need a date night with Mr. Dunbar too.  It’s been a while since we’ve had one of those.  Usually we have a weekend in the fall where we do something away, it didn’t happen this year. Two wrenches: our church didn’t have their annual marriage getaway and somebody won’t take a bottle. But I’m feeling the need to get dressed up and eat a nice meal with my own plate and fork and perhaps an adult beverage or two or lets get crazy here, three.

But before I can even think of getting dressed up for a fancy date with my husband this mornings activities need to be accomplished and the clock is ticking and its time for me to sign off. We’re going to try and make it to school early for 100 Mile Club, but I still have to pick up the donuts, and the diaper bag needs to be packed with extra toys and things. 

For a quick run down of this morning:

Pick up donut holes

Go to Monkey’s school

100 Mile Club

Drop Bogie off at school

Go to Bible Study, leave baby there

Go to Monkey’s school for donut holes

Go back to bible study

Pick up Bogie from school

Pick up Monkey from school

At the end of the day I just may want to crawl up into a hole, or perhaps under a dresser to take a break.

~mrs. dunbar