We are headed for the mall an hour away to exchange some gifts we received a few months ago.
Really we are going because Pequita is hypersensitive and crying at the drop of a hat for no apparent reason, and Monito has a horrible cold that I am afraid will turn into asthma again and is miserable and wants to be held all the time. An hours nap up, some playing with toys and being overstimulated by passers by in the mall, then an hours ride home sounds like just the ticket to me. I'll listen to my Pema Chodron cd all the way there and back and will be in such a state of zen that I won't even recognize myself. One can hope.
Cheers.
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- Homestead Mom
- I'm a suburban woman on a quest for the simple life on our 10 acres in the Fingerlakes region of New York. I am living the dream and staying home to raise my two kids while my wife and I try to renovate our 150 year old farmhouse and keep the grapevines from consuming the house. We are a free-range family, and I spend my days with the kids crafting, gardening, canning fruit, and keeping the peace. Some days I'm lucky enough to fit in a little knitting.
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1 comment:
Hope it worked! My equivalent is a walk into town and browse around the shops. My baby is odd -- if it is not appointed nap time he hates the car. Grrr.
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