New Day

Today me & Max took charge. No being sad its freezing. No more being bummed Sam's back in school. No more staying at home. We headed to town to run a gazillions errands. One of which was taking all our empty boxes to recycling. It happened to be a crazy windy day which led to me chasing boxes down our street, losing some, and yelling "I hate this city!" Yep. Not a proud moment. I then laughed and laughed in the car with Max wondering what neighbours saw that or more accurately heard that. I'm THAT neighbour. Yikes.

We then headed to the bank & to get a blood test. Max was SO loud in the bank and not quite getting the fact that we weren't at home. That's two for you, but Max is never really like that. I left on the edge of being frazzled but kept it together. We walked in earlier stated freakish cold wind storm and made it to the blood test place. There was no one friendly at all in the place. Awesome. Then I smelled something. And had no wipes. Brilliant. We trudge back to the car and as I'm trying to get Max in the car & freezing (let me remind you, it's summer!!) Sam text to say hi then proceeded to tell me he just saw one of the All Blacks while he was getting a coffee. My life seemed so much less glamourous at this point. Only heightened by the fact that at our next stop Max was screaming (or really, talking at an American decibel which is screaming to the average Kiwi) "My poppie itches! My poppie itches!!"

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaing. I love hanging out with Max. I do not love being a stay at home Mom. Such a tension that I actually am very thankful to be wrestling through. One day we will be going to All Black games all the time and perhaps even flying to a World Cup Final to watch them in some cool place. For now I will be content to have Sam text me when he sees them & drink Starbucks while my son screams about his butt to the world.

Our new normal is setting in and while Max is crazy at times I wouldn't want to be hanging out with anyone else these days. We ended our day with Max wearing underwear and peeing everywhere he he could outside. He did awesome and loved shouting "Underwear owwwffff mommy. Peepee coming!!!"

There really is nothing cuter to me than little boy underwear. He's growing up. It makes me SO excited to see him grow.

New day. New normal. New stories. Love it all!