Just Another Day in Paradise

So, I'm two days late in posting for the week.  Bear with me.  I'm in the midst of studying for a foreign policy midterm.  It's sucking the life from me.  In addition to that, I've taken over being a troop leader for an awesome group of girl scouts.  That being said...here's the post. ;)  OH!  And if you people are just reading my blog and aren't "followers," stroke my ego.  Become a follower.  It's good for my soul.

Friday, as usual, Ava and I went to lunch with Riley.  We only get thirty minutes to eat with her, so I try to devote as much of that time to her as possible.  In continuance of her revolt against potty training, promptly as we sat down to eat, Ava had an accident.  I had no extra clothes, and I didn't want to leave lunch because by the time I went home, changed Ava, and came back, Ry's lunch would be over.  Another mom at the table offered me wet wipes to clean up Ava.  Like an idiot, I looked at her.  What am I supposed to do with wet wipes?  We clearly had enough moisture at the moment.  So what does mama McCready do? *sigh*  I go into the lunch line, grab a wide of napkins, come back to the table, clean up the mess, and then just look at my child.  I had no clue what to do from there.  SO, I did the only reasonable thing really.  I shoved school napkins down my child's pants so she could finish her lunch in relative peace.  Poor Ava, we walked out of that school with half a roll of paper towels pushed down her pants.  She looked a mess.

Yesterday, the girls and I went to Target.  Not so out of the ordinary, right?  We stocked up on things that had become lost:  socks, underwear, etc.  I just tossed the bag on top of the kitchen counter and didn't think twice about it.  Tonight, I turned on the oven to cook some sweet potato fries and asparagus, and the next thing I know, the bag is burning!  I must be a liar liar because my pants were on fire.  Fear not.  The fire/smoking/plastic bag burning onto the burner was dealt with with relative ease.  Looks like we're going back to Target in the near future. 

In starting this blog, I've realized my posts sound a lot like the beginning of a Becky Bloomwood book.  They may even sound a lot like Bridget Jones just minus the cool accent.  However, I will not solve all my problems in the next 250 pages.  I'm just chuggin along doing the best I can, hoping people enjoy  my stories along the way. ;)