Real Life #7

I haven’t done a real life post in a while and I feel like these last couple weeks have really been filled with honest moments.  After a long, looong, LONG day yesterday I was flipping through photos on my phone and found these.  Posed pictures are amazing, but I really love candid moments.  They’re so truthful and really capture life how it was in that glimpse of time.  These were taken last weekend at a local park.  This was a good real life moment; and it’s amazing how seeing images like this can level your mind after a stressful day.  (Anyone else think I need a better phone camera?  Either that or I need to get better about using my actual camera...blurry city, sorry.)

Fast forward to last night and it was a “not so good” life moment.  My mom is staying with me while the hubs does Chicago Fire.  I had such high hopes of tackling projects, doing some shopping, cooking some treats, etc.  This week hasn’t gone quit as planned as Mr. Brady has yet again picked up a virus (I guess I'm naïve in thinking we’d built up a better immune system for this little turkey by now).  Nevertheless, we decided to take advantage of some sales and make our way to the mall last night.  The kids were out.of.control.  You know what I’m talking about; after each other about everything, touching every single item within their view, not listening, speaking yelling loudly….the whole shebang.  I looked at mom and we agreed that going home would be the best option.  Since I’m a stubborn soul, I wasn’t leaving until I had tried on some shoes!  I ask the sales lady to bring back a couple pairs to try.  I’m rushing to make a decision, while at the same time attempting to put back the 10+ shoes Miss Tess needed to try on herself and appease Brady because he cannot possibly seem to hold on to his water cup.  And then…Brady vomits, like really vomits, all over himself.  Here I stand with one flip-flop on and one boot, at least five other shoes in my hand, and one sick baby.  I look at the sales woman and say…”Um, I think I’ll put these on hold.”  I kick off the boot, gather our belongings and head upstairs to the children’s department.  Maybe it was Brady’s way of saying he wanted new clothes? 

Anyway, life is a series of ups and downs.  This morning I’m thankful for a co-worker who brought donuts and candy…right when a gal needs ‘em.