I would like to begin today’s entry with a public apology to all of the bloggy mommies in the land.

You see, when I read your entries about having trouble with your kids in Target or their elbows shoved underneath your ribs after they crawl into your bed, a part of me thinks to myself “oh, they must be exaggerating.”  I suppose it is similar to the feeling you must have every single time I mention processed nacho cheese. 

Except there is no need for exaggeration when it comes to processed nacho cheese.  It is just that bad.

Back to my apology: please forgive me for thinking that you exaggerate about these things.  I know not what I did.    I was wrong.  It is all true: the trips to Target with a child hanging halfway out the cart, the elbows under my ribs, all of it.

Sigh.  With that said, here’s a re-cap of the last 24 hours.  Buckle your seat belts interlings.  Trust me, it was a very bumpy ride.

Since it was such a pretty day, I decided to save the aquarium for a rainy day and visit the zoo instead.  MacKenzie has never been to the zoo, so I’ve been wanting to take her for awhile.  They had some special Easter things going on, so we started off by hunting for Easter eggs in the chicken coop:

Then, one of us went for a ride on the camel.  The other claimed that she needed to stay off of it so she could photo document the experience.  This person did not mention that she does NOT ride camels, thankyouverymuch:

After the camel ride, we ran into one of my ex-boyfriends.  Small world after all, huh?

And then, interlings, we did the unthinkable: we visited the petting zoo.  And I went inside.  To take wee child’s picture with all the little animals.  I did not count on the following happening:

The llama, he and I got very close.  And from this moment forward, wee child insisted on calling me Llama Mama. 

We went to a play last night and then finally headed to my house.  After helping wee child into her footie pajamas, she decided that she wanted to sleep with me and that the puppies just had to sleep with us and oh we might as well bring that large stuffed Eeyore into bed with us too.  Because five isn’t a crowd, right?

Needless to say, I did not get much sleep last night.  Which is, come to think of it, similar to how I feel after our sleepovers for 300 middle school girls. 

Except they don’t all sleep in my bed and insist on repeatedly shoving their knees into my abdomen.

And for that, I say amen.