Truman and I had a good plan for the day, which involved getting up around 8. When I got up at 9:30, I realized my plans were pretty shot. We hung around the house. The I remembered it was election day and had an instant plan for a new adventure: walking to the voting depot and maybe checking out the museum next door or the park.
Then daddy came home with groceries, which was awesome. We ate lunch, daddy left and Truman was all ready to go on an adventure. So ready he wanted to get dressed (not usual!) and was even helping me.
Then I realized there were candidates I hadn't researched. While I was doing that he needed to take off his pants to go potty. Then he spilled milk on his shirt.
Now we were back at square one. I tried to ask him if he wanted to go vote at which point I realized he thought I was talking about a boat the whole time. Vote = Boat.
He was screaming for a boat ride. I explained that there was no boat, he could have a wagon ride to the voting place. I gave him a minute to work through it and when I looked over he was sleeping on a couch cushion on the floor, cuddling a box of crackers.
Joe had an equally unproductive day so we decided we'd both call it quits and he'd head home. I went and voted with only the company of little baby 2 snuggling in womb and we even had a bit of ice cream, then dinner (wrong order, right?).
It was good day, even if unproductive. I guess that's the magic of the everyday.
