No, not actual flying. We're frequent flyers at the Starbucks drive thru.
And the post office.
And the grocery store.
You see where I'm going with this?
Essentially, we're as basic as they come. Imagine that I'm writing this to you with a Starbucks cup in hand, trendy throw blanket from Target on the bed, and a perfectly manicured hand on the keyboard. As my sister likes to say "#poselikeablogger "
Ok, so back to my story.
It was a two drive thru day yesterday. Little Miss boycotted her nap and my instructions to "lay quietly with the iPad for a quiet rest for one hour" fell on deaf toddler ears.
Naptime, this ain't.
I had hoped that my drive thru appearance that morning had been sufficiently haggard to prevent the same barista from recognizing me that afternoon when I was properly dry shampooed, concealer-ed, and curled, but no dice.
"Twice today?! Wow..."
Ok, lady. That's enough judgement. I'll take my $16 coffee and go now.
Then as we pulled into the driveway we greeted the UPS man (one of my favorite people to see, by the way because I just love getting packages), and when I said "thanks so much!" he said "I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow!".
Ok, fine. We get a lot of packages.
They're mostly for Willow Crowns. I don't have an Amazon Prime addiction.
So what's the point of this other than to reiterate our basic tendencies, bore you out of your mind, and cause you to judge my spending?
Well, I think it wouldn't kill us to mix things up. We go to the same crepe place every Friday morning (although no way in hell am I changing that, it's too delicious), the same Starbucks each morning, frequent the same play date locations, parks, we even walk the same route to the pond to feed the fish every time. We could probably use a change of scenery, just for our own interests, and also to avoid the judgement from our barista and UPS man.
By the way, want to know what got delivered yesterday?
These sheets. I washed them immediately and popped them on her crib because I freaking love them. They were $12 on sale, and I'm pretty sure she's never going to let me change them. All I heard last night was "BED!" "PINK!" "HAWTS!!"
And I swear to you, if she doesn't nap tomorrow, I'm going to wrap her in the pink heart sheets, burrito newborn style, and drive to the Starbucks all the way across town until she falls asleep. How's that for changing things up?