Different Night/Same Sh**

Yep.  You read that right.  Different night, same shit.  Today I picked up the kiddos in the carpool line at school and we headed straight for Feeder's Supply.  The guineas needed timothy hay.  That's all I went in there for.  Timothy hay.  30 minutes and $27.45 later we had timothy hay, a scratching post for the kitties, treats for the guineas, toy mice for the cats, and some catnip for them too.  Good thing there weren't any teeny tiny kittens in there or we would have come home with one of those too.

Next we went to Megan's therapy appointment that was at 5 p.m.  We were going to stop at Thornton's for a little snack to tide them over until dinner but I noticed Paul's Fruit Market next door and decided to go there.  You should have heard the moaning that went on when the girls realized we were getting something healthy instead of the junk at the mini-mart.  4 moaning, complaining, loud girls walking up and down the aisles of the fruit market.  1 bag of popcorn a container of grapes, and a bottle of water later, we walked up to the counter to pay.  We usually get a lot of attention just because of the triplets but when you add in the loud moaning, all eyes were on us.  Another shining parent moment.  I usually try to say something to diffuse the situation.  Today I didn't.  I just smiled, paid for the stuff and left.  Another location where we leave and people just shake their heads and think, "Wow, I'm glad I don't have that many kids."

Megan had her appointment while I went through backpacks, the trio ate, and we watched the Lion King in the waiting room.

After that we went to a really wholesome dinner at...McDonald's.  Hey they can't eat healthy all the time.  It wouldn't be American.

We drive home, the girls play outside, showers, teethbrushing and bed.  All by 8:30.  Damn.  I sure am something.  (said of course with a roll of the eyes and a smirk 'cause Lord knows I'm not perfect)