Thursday evening when I remembered I committed to these shenanigans I was thinking oh crap why did I do this? I hate waking up early!! But I slipped on my big girl panties and kept my word!
Upon arriving it was quiet in the house and I was thinking "Am I about to be ambushed?" but turns out, all were still sleeping beauties. About ten minutes later the first ferrell child arrived out of her bedroom wiping the sleep from her eyes. She is so tan and has the blondest hair and it just looks like she runs around naked all day to be that tan... and trust me... she does. Shortly after... the other three were awake and raring to go....
I should have gotten a coffee.
So we went outside and "we" played on the swing set... Do people under the age of 10 not realize were in Texas and its flippin' HOT!? So in a bind (My bind being I'm hot... like thats a real bind...) I decided hey.. you know whats a great idea? Taking four babies under the age of seven to Wal- Mart... but it happened.
After my gut turning with worry maneuvering through the parking lot with four little girls we FINALLY made it inside. We (Or I) decided that sidewalk chalk would be our purchase... who knew their were 15 different varieties of sidewalk chalk to bamboozle me and four babies? So we (They) sat in the Crayola aisle arguing about chalk for a good five minutes... the littlest (two years old, also the "ferrell" child) likes to just mimic the others, just for the sake of being included in an argument. So I make and executive decision and get "washable" chalk... 16 colors... isn't all chalk washable... if not Crayola was really sold on the idea of advertising the ability of this chalks washiness...
We finally get up the register while the oldest is still questioning my ability to say no to 3D... I assure her it's not really 3D... the glasses werent even blue and red.... she didn't believe me... I wouldn't believe me either! So then low and behold is a whole rack of candy... they were fifty cents to a dollar so after a good two seconds of them hounding me about candy I give in, I knew that was a battle I would never win! So of course for my lack of back bone I'm almost sure God told them to get the gooiest stickiest candy ever known to man... and they did.
When we got back in the bus... I mean expedition... The baby of the group informed me that my new husband was her new boyfriend and she wanted to see him... So we headed over to Mark Dean's and I picked up four lemonades (put it on my tab..) Cody was busy with paying delivery guys so we didn't end up seeing him, but the lemonade and candy had her occupied so we were good!
Finally we head back home, and we made lunch, played with chalk, ate lunch, watched Tangled, and then I took them swimming at my mom's. I'm happy to report there were no drownings, no fights, only a few bossy comments to one another, and they had a great time!
I realize that after wiping snot, finding pizza behind one of their ears (a good two hours after lunch), and being treated like a constant jungle gym... My baby fever is stronger than ever. Their mother asked me if it was good birth control and it was quite the opposite. I loved every minute of it, I never thought of myself as motherly but after yesterday I can't stop thinking about the love a parent must feel from a child. While we were swimming one of the middle girls told me "This was the best day, you're my best friend ever" it melted my heart! I just cant wait to have my own... but I will be having to... Thanks for nothing Cody Dean!
After that eventful day (8 hours of it...) The bar that I worked at before Cody let me be a stay at home doggy mom (My cousin's bar) called and guilt-tripped me into working... I used to LOVE bar life... LOVE it... but now after working from 10pm-2am and being there until 3:30am... I realized... the idiot drunks that once made for good entertainment, now only confuse me, make me nervous, and work my nerves. If you cant make it to the zoo this summer because of the heat, just head behind the bar at 1:45am sober... I think God knew I was struggling with not working, so he presented me with this opportunity of work again to remind me of how much I don't belong in that kind of atmosphere anymore... I don't know if it is like this for everyone else but with age I become more and more worrisome and nervous about everything...
Maybe it is the realization of consequences, and thinking about things more thoroughly. As a child/teenager I was careless and just looking for fun, and now getting older I am a nervous damn wreck all the time! I think it was good that my first babysitting experience was not until I was 23... Maybe if it were before then I would realize how much I liked caring for babies... and that couldn't have turned out well...
Well... Until next time...
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