Ants in my pants and I was doin’ the cootie dance!

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On our own it has been nervewracking and liberating all at the same time. The LittlEinstein had a major meltdown this evening which is now becoming a habit. I think when it is just about time for the to sun to bounce it’s last rays off our chili plants, it is also the bewitching hour… b’twixt eve and nigh. When I want to enjoy some giggles and silly snuggle time, my kids are veering off into emotionality expressways. It’s not been pretty… therapuetic but not pleasant at all. Tonight I decided to shake things up a bit in order to tamper out the flames of sadness and frustration shooting off my guys and bouncing all over the house. I took the boys on a bikeride to chained soft-serve shoppe. I would’ve loved the gelatto/coffee house just beyond the hood, but no such luck… two tired kids and a tuckered out mama needed proximal sugar coated love time nearby.

We were tired from the adventures of Tucsoning it this weekend. We visited Twinergy and tried to forget our woes (by not looking toward the bottom of a beer glass). The kids played video games and watched movies late into the night and we played hard during the day following AuntieB (not to be confused with auntie Bee) around shopping centers and garden delights. It was good to be loved by my other half (of the Evil Twin duo) and his wifery babe. I am so luckyblessedcharmeddelighted to have them in my life!

Yet it was still a visiting day for BigShot so after the major meltdown happened it seemed like a good plan to peddle our way to vanilla’d (not butt-nilla [more on that later!]) fugdey goodness. As we sat under the tree just off central avenue because outdoor seating on the obviously delineated patio would be just too much to ask for, I got ants in my pants. Literally. And they bit me which made me do the cootie dance. Literally. On central avenue, I was workin’ the coooteren~a! And the gyrations were not missed by local travelors surely on their way to bars or backing home from one…
Ahhh the bliss of singlemamaness does have it’s unexpected trials and laughter, because who could not laugh at themselves shenaniganning on a major thouroughfaire in front of the children.
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