Thomas' hair had gotten wildly long and thick (according to my standards). I so love him having longish hair, but I'm not patient enough to let it be in-between and squirrely for it to say, hippie-long.
We tried a new place today for his haircut, and just went for a walk-in appointment. Bless the sweet hairdresser's heart - dealing with a wiggly, protesting 3 year old on Monday morning. Thomas did NOT want to cooperate, did NOT want to wear the cape. I had to hold him in my lap and it took one lady cutting and another hairdresser trying to distract him. They were very kind and understanding, so I think we'll be going back.
After that, it was grocery store time. I am trying very hard to make sure we're not out running around at high noon, when the heat index is highest, but of course I end up leaving the grocery store right at lunch time. Then it's the unloading dance - I have to unload Thomas last, because there is no way I can escort him to the apartment with a full load of groceries. So, Thomas gets to sit in the air conditioned car while I unload. He has done this his whole life, wait for Mama to unload the car. I know some people think this is insanely unsafe and would never ever leave their precious children in the car alone for a single second, but it's either that or have a kid escaping from the apartment while I unload the car. I think that's LESS safe and MORE likely to happen than a kidnapper running away with my car. Also, I can't pop my trunk with the lever, so I have to unlock it with my car key. Which means, I have to turn off the car, open the trunk, turn the car BACK on for Thomas, remove my house key so I can open the door, remind myself to replace the house key later...
The whole process exhausts me. It exhausts me even more that Thomas' long legs always kick the lock on his door, so I have to unlock his door, and then he'd kicked off his shoes. I was hot. It was HOT. I am not a good patient mother when I'm having to wrestle shoes back on while standing in the hellaciously hot parking lot. Today I had Thomas saying, "Too hot!" with me, since I had to apologize for being grumpy. Then we went inside and I drank many glasses of raspberry lemonade in order to recover.
Beaux jokes that he has put away the jar of peanut butter every single day he's been married to me. It does tend to stay out, since it's a mainstay of Thomas' diet. Tonight I made bbq chicken pizzas (the pasta was for Thomas) and added roasted red peppers to mine. I make the pizzas on pita bread, so Beaux can have super spicy bbq sauce and I can have regular on mine. We love bbq chicken pizza night! I forgot to take a picture of the finished pizzas, but I assure you, it was pretty. Pretty YUMMY.