Nice Saturday Morning

I got up bright and early today and took my son to get a haircut at 9 o'clock. After waking up at 7 a.m. and realizing that I had only an hour and a half to get myself showered and dressed, put clothes on Jack, eat breakfast, feed Jack and pack his bag of pull-ups, snacks, milk and toys, I spent the morning rushing around to make it to our appointment on time at the kid's hair salon.

With all the hustle and bustle leading up to the main reason for our trip to the mall, we spent the rest of the morning wandering around with no agenda. First, we meandered through World Market where I looked at tablecloths and towels, but didn't buy anything except for a little bath tub boat for Jack.

Next, we hung out in Barnes & Noble reading books and picking out a few to take home. We bought a Yo Gabba Gabba Valentine's Day book, since we don't have any Valentine's Day books. Jack also picked out a book that came with tiny little trucks that he can drive on the street scenes that fold out of the book. That should be a good one when we go out to eat for dinner sometime.

Then we wandered down to Target where I picked up a few things I forgot to get there last night. Afterward, it was past 11 a.m. and Jack was hungry, so we ate tacos at Rubio's before we left to go to the park. But after all of that wandering around the mall, Jack was tired, so 20 minutes into our visit to the park he wanted to leave. He fell asleep on the way home and now he's taking a nap in his bed.

I'd really like to do some writing, but I'm tempted to watch a movie too. It's been a while since I've had more than a few minutes alone in the house and it feels like the possibilities are endless. I could clean. I could read. I could write. I could watch a movie. I could relax. If I had the ability to sleep at will like my husband, I'd take a nap.

It's been a good day, so far. Jack happily roamed around the mall with me, didn't throw any tantrums and ate a good amount of his lunch. We goofed off and had fun. I love those kinds of days. It makes the bad trips full of 3-year-old meltdowns seem like they're not so bad. Truthfully, they don't happen that often. Now, I better go take advantage of the rare peace and quiet, before my little buddy wakes up.