For the Birds

Yesterday, Glen's car was in the shop so I had the torturous, I mean, joyful task to take him to work.

At 6:15. AM. 
 ( I'm grateful that he has a job and we have 2 cars, etc, I'm just being dramatic, play along)

Which of course means waking and dressing and having all the kids ready and in the van at that time. That part went surprisingly smooth. I think they must have been sleep walking. But by the time we got to Glen's office they were really starting to wake up and chirp like baby birds for their food. Which at first is like aww, ok baby birds, I hear ya, you're hungry, mama's working on it . . .and quickly degenerates into if you chirp one more time you're going to know what hungry feels like.

6:30am Enter Bojangles. I love you Bojangles. I love your 2 sausage biscuits for $2.29 and your boberry biscuits and your borounds and your 5:30am opening time and your super quick service.  I loved our entire breakfast for $5. And since we're bffs I decided not to bring my rowdy youngin's into your restaurant. Your welcome.

6:45am Enter The Park. So for those of you that saw the crazy lady with the 3 kids eating Bojangles at the park at 6:45am. Now you know, it was me. There were just too many hours between 6:45am and nap time to go home yet. The kids were so excited by the park their hunger dissipated. Magic. Yes I know, they were *starving* 5 seconds ago. But the park is sooooo fun mom. So I sit and eat while they play. It's cool and I'm kind of digging the serenity of the 53 second intervals of quiet. I watch the gray haired folks walk the track, and eventually I finish my breakfast and go over to play with the kids, while their breakfast waits patiently in the rolled up Bojangles bag. Look, adorable kids!

7:15am Enter The Bird. Excuse me black fowl creature, no one invited you to our breakfast picnic. I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked back at the bench where our "stuff" was and saw you pecking at my Bojangles bag. I mean, did you have a death wish today? You TOUCHED my Bojangles bag with.your.mouth. No, this is not acceptable. You only thought I was crazy when I showed up here so early with children and food, but you are about to see the crazy come out for real if you don't fly away never come back. I'm glad you decided you didn't need to see that and my shooing and threats were enough to make you retreat to the swing set.

But that wasn't enough was it? As soon as I turned my back and started toward my children, here you come again. Umm. no. I don't think so. The events following your second attack on my Bojangles bag are a little fuzzy, there may have been some yelling and animation that embarrassed my children. I'm pretty sure they were ready to let you have that bag, however, they know that I don't easily back down from a battle of the wills. So take that mr. crow. I bet you thought I looked pretty silly with that Bojangles bag tucked under my arm. That's right, I carried that bag around on my person for the duration of our park time. Don't come between me and my Bojangles, um I mean, feeding my children.


For those of you curious as to how the rest of my day turned out since it was only 7:30 in the morning. We played a while longer. We went to Danville to Target and Walmart and lunch at another park and still made it home around 1 in the afternoon for naps. Y'all know I wasn't about to miss nap time!

Seriously, honey, thank you for getting up early everyday and going to work to provide for our family. You're awesome! And I love you!

Early mornings are for the birds!

Lindsey