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Sometimes you just need to get out of the house . . .

This morning our house was quite hectic. The boys seemed to be fighting constantly and time outs were generously given out. Even baby A was crying tons!! With this, I was feeling stressed. My parents are coming into town to visit and I really need to CLEAN the house. Since we were all sick last week, we have a lot of school to catch up on. We ran out of milk this morning, and I really need to go grocery shopping. What to do?? Clean, school, or shop???

I am not sure why I decided to go shopping. All indications this morning would lead any discerning mom to know this may not be the best option. But, I went. We got to the grocery store and the boys, who could not stay out of time out for 5 minutes while we were home, were suddenly angels!! They were so good the whole time. We went to Aldi's (where you have to bring our own bags and bag your own food) and both J and K were eager to help bag the food. After such a successful trip to the grocery store, I decided to push my luck a little more. I wanted to go to Ikea to look for specific types of baskets they have there.

There must be something about that place, because the boys were so calm. We ate lunch there, the boys played, and then went through the store. On the way home I realized that there had been no yelling, no pushing and no hitting since we had left the house. I was so much more relaxed too!! I think we all just needed to get out of the house. Unfortunately, the house was still messy when we got home and J's schoolwork had still not been completed, but at least we all have a fresh perspective to tackle that the rest of today and tomorrow!

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  1. WHERE did you find an Aldi's around here? Is it as great as everyone say's?

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