Who would think that a Grandmother and a six year old could completely defeat Won.der Wo.man? Yes, your girl 1969 is beat.

After spending the weekend in Harrisburg, PA at an extremely *ahem* interesting wedding. (The first dance was to H-Town “Knoc.kin D.a Bo.ots” and that’s all I’m saying to protect the parties involved.) 

We returned on Sunday and I was battling a cold. A bad cold. I took a whole bunch of over the counter cold stuff and ended up not being able to sleep. I probably slept two good hours last night.

My mom arrived at 10 am and we hit the ground running. She had us out shopping all day. Granted, we got most of our back to school shopping done and since she was feeling happy with her credit card…I didn’t argue at all.

She also took us to lunch and we enjoyed the break. Unfortunately, she had the bright idea to pick up Tali 2 early from daycare to join in the fun. One shopping Grandma, TWO TALI’S and a cold fighting, drug induced 1969 could only lead to one thing….TOTAL EXHAUSTION.

We took the boys out for ice cream, bought some school shoes and sneakers.

When we came home around 6pm. I whipped up a turkey meatloaf, roasted potatoes and green bean dinner. As they ate, I sat there so exhausted, I didn’t even have the energy to eat what was on my plate.

Was she done? Oh no….we rounded up the troops and headed back out to Tarzhay for a few last minute items like underwear and socks.

You can see what that resulted in right?

I may not make it a whole week. Pray for me.