During the day we have been adventuring to some of the local pumpkin patches to explore the hay-mazes and freeze our buns off.
I know that the lack of originality has roots in the idea that we all need to have proof that we are good moms and that we did all kinds of fun character building activities with our kids. Then later when they try and tell us that we are horrible moms we will have proof to show them how awesome we were.
For that reason I am not going to include the photos of me screaming at them to put on their shoes on so that we could get ourselves out the door, and I'll skip the fact that we didn't have any dinner so I had to bribe them with overpriced candy from the farm store. I'll also edit out all the rotten things they heard me say about the guy who parked in our apartment's assigned space because he made me park all the way on the other side of the complex and across the road. It doesn't sound like that big of an offense until you take into account that I was trying to cajole two small children to come along while carrying a newborn and the jackets and hats that the girls refused to wear despite the fact that it was frigid outside (which also led to more screaming). We will completely omit that Daisy was inches from being hit by a high school student driving a Jeep. I'm also going to ignore that Rosy was crying the whole way there and that the friends we were supposed to meet never showed up.
On second thought, maybe I should include all that because it would be even more proof of how hard I tried to make it possible that they would have fun memories.
Nah, I'd rather just remember it like this.
And in the end, it really was.
P.S. I'm sure you wouldn't find something like this on another blog.