Coolest Invention

I had the best idea for an invention today. It came to me as I had my arms full of four different bags, some trash from the floor of the car, 3 sippy cups of fermented juice and a kid on my hip and was trying to open the front door with the keyless entry bleep bleep thing on my car keys. I didn't realize what I was even doing until I wondered why the front door wasn't opening.
Oh yeah, they're my CAR keys.

Wouldn't that be the coolest invention? It would automatically unlock the front door,
deadbolts and all and maybe even have a feature where the front door would swing open.
Sheesh.
I CAN NOT wait for that one.

I also think the coolest invention is daycare.

Earlier today, the aroma of fresh organic produce filled the air as I was strolling into Wild Oats. That's right, you heard me - strolling. School was out for me and I had at least two hours before I had to pick the kids up from daycare.

I wasn't rushed in with a diaper bag full of bribery, a huge unnecessary purse, a grocery list and cell phone in my one hand trying to tuck in the arms and legs of my kids with the other.

I wasn't feeling the panic of knowing I probably only had 20 minutes or so before someone would start whining, fussing or trying to escape and that in trying to balance the treats, manage the cart, keep up the interesting and stimulating conversation and trying to find the right groceries, that I would forget something or more easily - have a nervous breakdown.

Yes, I was strolling, with no particular destination or reason for even being there. All I knew is that I didn't have any obligations and it was the best feeling in the world. I tasted a sample, took my time in the customer bathroom, reveled in the sweet smell of the hand soap and complimentary lotion and looked at things that I had absolutely no intention of buying like organic dog toys and tiny, ridiculously-priced bottles of herbs.

This laissez-faire affair even made it easy for me to say WHY NOT when Cam suggested for the billionth time this month that we go to IKEA. He spent an hour in the Playland while Bren and I put things in the cart that we didn't know we needed until we got there. Two and a half hours later we had spent 50 bucks and were on our way to wherever because it was no big deal.

Daycare helped it to be NO. BIG. DEAL.

Things have been a BIG DEAL for too long.

It was nice to breath easy for once.

And then, cut to me trying to hold WAY too many things in my arms when we got home and not having that keyless front door entry bleep bleep thing invented yet and you know I came down off that cloud real quick.