Bonus points… Or not.

Happy mother’s day! I got more perfect handmade gifts than I can count, spent much of the day at church, got Chinese food and came home with it because I didn’t feel like being the spectacle that comes in taking many small children to a restaurant. (Not the kids, they do great, just the kids… you know. Comments. Whispers that are anything but quiet. So many blond babies, minding their manners typically, but still, the comments. It’s strange. Disturbing. Crazy. More than my introverted self wants to deal with.) Then I took all of the kids but Sterling to the park for a walk. Sterling opted to stay home with Blaine.

We walked for two hours, Ruby wiped out just a couple minutes in and ripped open her leg then “painted” a flower with her blood, Charlie decided that her bee-stung foot was far too painful to walk on so she proceeded to limp, mostly complain-free, thankfully, Stellan napped briefly in the wrap and then decided that he’d far rather be in-arms than strapped to my back. Ellie peed in her pants and then walked so incredibly slow… flower picker that she is… (Okay, more than flowers. At one point she stopped to examine dog poop. I wish I was kidding.) Mere moments before I would have lost my mind, I opted to put her in my wrap. On my back. In her peed in pants. (In all fairness, she offered to take them off and go bare butt. Just… no.)

My FitBit tells my I logged my steps today. I think I should get bonus points since either Elliot or Stellan was tied on my back for most of our walk. Of course, it chimed it’s celebratory notification that I’d hit my 10,000 steps today as I was pouring caramel on my ice cream, while I’m smelling like Elliot’s pee. So much for bonus points.