Do your kids sometimes make you crazy, too? Or is that just me?

Oh, was today a fun one.  

Hubby and I don't get a whole ton of time to ourselves these days, what with him owning a business and me trying to be a business owner.  Oh, and that kid thing.  We have two of 'em.  They take a surprising amount of work.  Although, let it be known that they are totally worth it.  

We finished up the work we had to do last night and decided to stay up late watching our guilty pleasure, Dexter.  Both kids were up at the crack of dawn because they love to torture us are just so sweet and precious and enjoy spending all the time with their parents they can get their hands on. 

We had church and then headed out in the 345 degree weather to run a few errands and hit up a kid's fest.  The kids cry through the errands, fuss about being hot, refuse to walk, insist on "MORE GOLDFISH, MOMMY!!!!!!!" and so on.  

Lunch was like this: arrive at restaurant, pull baby out of carseat to find her beet red.  So red, in fact, we thought she might have actually gotten a sunburn through the window.  Can that happen?  

Anyway, 15 minutes later and she was still beet red, so we were just certain we roasted our little six-month-old to a crisp and someone would surely be calling SRS on us, and OH MY GOSH WE ARE GOING TO LOSE OUR BABY but good news is she turned out to be fine.

Okay, back to the restaurant.  They didn't have a high chair.  Well, they did, but only one and it was already spoken for.  WHAT KIND OF RESTAURANT HAS ONE HIGH CHAIR?!  So Addie has to sit with me because she's too hot to go back in the car seat and there's no high chair and that means that I can't eat because she's squirmtastic these days.  Both kids go nuts because it's past nap time and just ridic hot.  

I head to the bathroom to change Addie and as it turns out, this is actually the unfriendliest family destination in Kansas City because on top of not having a high chair, they also have nowhere to change my baby.  So I'm certain I broke a thousand health code violations when I plopped my little girl on the booth at our table and proceeded to change her right there.  Nanny-nanny-boo-boo.  

Then we sweated our way to the kid's fest, where we wound up at the wrong place.  Yes we did.  We drove to the wrong place and we were all, "Why are there no cars in the parking lot?  This is the slowest kid's fest of all time!" but that doesn't clue us in to the fact that we might be at the wrong place.  Nooo, we wake the baby up, lug both kids a ways and and then we see a sign that at least lets us know we aren't the only brainless parents in the world and that the fest is down the road at another building with a very similar name.  We walk back in the 972 degree weather (it's later in the day so it's hotter now, mkay?).  

We make it to the kid's fest (praise God at this point, seriously) and Mr. Ben, um, forgets he's potty trained.  So we leave. 

It was a really awesome day.  I wish every day could be just like this one.

I really do love my kiddos, though, and all the crazy days in the world are fine with me as long as I get to spend 'em with those two.