Feelin' a bit like a suburban housewife . . .

Which in some ways I am.

I mean, I live in suburia.

I'm a SAHM.

I guess that would make me in some ways a "housewife".

Here's what I've already gotten done today:

Up before the MH.

Scrambled some eggs, whipped up some chocolate milk, got us both dressed (she fashionably, me not so much).

Did the preschool drop-off.

Got super excited to find a really cute art project in her "take home" file (a big construction paper apple stamped in different colors - they used a cut-open apple as the stamp!) - oh how these little things make my day! You know, the "keeper" art projects.

Off to Target for a couple of necessities (ok, maybe the perfect long-sleeve tee I found this weekend at a different Target and was deperately looking to find more of were not exactly a necessity, BUT my signing up this morning to provide candy at the preschool Halloween party did mean that I needed to go . . . albeit a couple of weeks early. Hey - I'm nothing if less than prepared!).

I never knew how lovely Target could be so early in the morning. Quiet, cleaner than usual. Nice.
Off the the tailor to pick up the jeans I had forgotten about last week.

Either I am getting shorter in my ripe old age of 33 or "average" length is getting longer. Never have I needed to have my jeans shortened before.

A stop at DD for some much needed caffeine (this trip would have been much preferred on the WAY to preschool, but would have also involved far too much drama in explaining why MH could not have a lemonade Coolata. Athough, by the time I actually got my caffeine, I was wondering if that argument might not have been worth it. Note: I had to hit the Target without the Starbucks, as their clothing department is smaller than the one I needed to go to if I had a chance at finding those shirts. But remember, if anyone asks, I went for the candy.)

Home to make beds, clean up the kitchen, check email, and of course take a moment to document my pride in getting so much done by 10:30 in the morning.

Now I'm off to launder said jeans and other piles of pumkin-farm, apple orchard-ized clothing from the weekend, straighten my house, figure out what's for dinner after not cooking for the last 4 nights straight, make a grocery list, and run some more errands.

Give it to me straight - I am a surburban housewife, aren't I?