P is for Pumpkin take 2 :)

Today's agenda was heading to Jackson's Orchard, our annual trip to get pumpkins, cider and occasionally a few apples for home made apple sauce.

I love the orchard, and all the cool, fun, cheap things they generally have for the kids to do. The kids always love the hay ride, which went up a little in price this year, but I am pretty sure last year we had to pay for lil dude to ride, this year he was free, so overall I think it cost the same as last year when they made 6 and under free. 

The slide and play area are the same price, as was the petting zoo and the horse rides. The price of produce (apples, pumpkins etc) went up though. Way up. The kids all wanted the large pumpkins, I just could not justify spending $36 on 3 pumpkins, that will get wasted due to the weather, and having a candle burning in them for hours a week after they have been carved.

We settled for one large pumpkin, and I will head to Walmart on my way to school tomorrow and pick up 2 of their large pumpkins for $3 each.  The apples, were way more than I can ever imagine paying for apples (I assume the wacky weather affected the crops this year) so no fresh warm apples sauce either :( Maybe next year.

Sometimes I wanna just scream

Today is one of those days. First its fall break still, so since I dont have anyone to watch lil dude I cant go into the clinic today.

My oldest PITA needed a place to chill for the day, since her landlord is having an appraisal done on her house (they are selling it, but that is a totally different complaint) So she meanders over here to my house, somehow she winds up in her sister's room sleeping (WTF) and I wind up watching the kids, sort of.

I am at the kitchen table, studying and more importantly dealing with a facebook creeper and my 13 year old who is creeped out by the creeper.

Lil dude starts crying, and the next thing I know he is trying to tell me a lego was on fire and burnt his finger. Oh geez. Legos don't spontaneously combust. They just don't.  So after getting to the root of the issue, apparently he found my oldest PITA's ligher (damn smoker) and the little ones tried to light a lego and the bedroom on fire. UGH.

So now I have the lighter and a fried lego on the table and child slave labor has commenced. Today is a good day to go through all the clothes in this house and weed out everything that is TOO small.