The phrase should denote organization and the ability to compartmentalize.
Just a bundle of crazy. With a myriad of loose ends.
In other news, I took my 3 kids to see Cars 2 in Temecula by myself on opening day. Wha?! After parking in the new parking garage (it was being built when I was here in September), I discovered that it was not the parking lot being built in September, but another altogether. I was hence forced to push a stroller carrying literally almost 100 lbs, several blocks to the more-than-massive theater. I was not aware that the Promenade at Temecula now resembles Victoria Gardens.
Well, it does.
Aside from my son defiling his shorts to avoid a potty break, and the subsequent TJ Maxx purchase, it went off with nary a hitch. My children want to marry Disney/Pixar.
I took this victory as encouragement. A breakfast date with my kids at Mimi’s Cafe followed the next morning, during which time the small hellions made tremendous noise and had a delightful time devouring breakfast and
several numerous sugar packets. A dear diner informed me that I am doing a wonderful job as a mother. How she gathered that, I will never know. Maybe it was pity. Maybe it was a prophecy of the future.
Despite the frazzlement, the weekend was a success.
Don’t ask me why.
I have mom hormones and they tell me odd things.