Mojotivated!

Ma-ma-ma my mojo just got back and boy was it p____d !
It wanted to kick my butt.
It was not impressed with the moping and the chocolate eating and the sneering lip curl.

It was verrrrry disappointed in me.

So it made me shop. Yup. My mojo took me to the mall to buy stuff…and quasi-necessary junk.

Like shooooooz!

Much shoes were celebrated and brought home. Many George’s now live in my closet and I have promised to take them out and hug them often.

The seventeen year old (who is newly single after her one year relationship with #18 ended last week and no she won’t tell me why and no we are not allowed to call him and ask. We are allowed to miss him and make eye contact if he is working at the grocery store and sees us and we are allowed to be friendly. There has been no sign of weeping or gnashing of teeth- just some sleepless nights and the usual moodiness.) won the shopping-with-she-who-embarasses-us lottery.

That set the six year old weeping and gnashing his teeth.
“I want to gooooo!” he cried.

“Big Boy! You don’t want to shop with them! C’mon we’ll go for bagels!” offered the husband. Helpfully.

“Noooooo!” He yelled running from us.

“No?” the husband asked, dumbfounded, to no one in particular.

“I’ll take you later. After we get back. Just you and me, OK?” I called out as we left.

Three hours later, one shopping frenzy down I was met at the door by the six year old.

“Myturn?Isitmytuhn?Canwegowightnow?IwanttogetaBatmanthatwillfitinthebatmobile”

Ten minutes later we were in the toy aisles of a not-so-major retail chain.

“This sucks! They don’t even have a Batman. Can we go to StuffMaht?” he complained.

“No. Find something else.” I then proceeded to point out four kajillion toys that would suffice.
He nixed them all.

Finally we found some Ice Age 2 The Meltdown figurines complete with ice floe.

“Look! Ice Age Two The Meltdown figurines with ice floe! I want this!” he shared.

“Please”

“Please” he added.

Did I mention the reason he was getting a treat?

He helped clean up his room and even cleared out some of his older toys.

At least we now have some shelf space for the latest ‘thing’ (right next to the shoes that’ll probably be worn once).

But welcome back my mojo, anyway!