Today I’m taking 6 three year olds to the Bean Museum. I foolishly told the other moms who asked if I needed them to come that No, I could handle it. It’s an enclosed space, so I can’t lose anyone, right? I’m going to play a movie in the car, so that should at least keep them entertained, and then we’ve got about 45 minutes to and hour to explore the museum. Actually, I’m looking forward to it. Kind of mixed with trepidation, though. These boys can get rowdy. But I will be in charge.
I am good. I am great. I am wonderful.
And if I don’t make it out alive, I give my shoes to Lisa, and my CD collection to Melinda.