Today I took my oldest girl to preschool for a few hours and hauled my other girl around town to get the maximum number of errands completed in the standard limited time opening. Normally, I just get a few things done, but today seemed to be a success that needed to be shared!
Errand #1: shedding 200 pounds of junk from my basement to my favorite (closest) charity. This is not a euphemism, but truly purging the crap from the dark recesses of my basement and closets. Ah…so much lighter now! What a relief to make my 12th trip there this week. Ok…maybe in the last 3 weeks.
Errand #2: Returning to the grocery store to buy the few items I forgot on Sunday and then again on Monday. As far as we know, I got everything off the list, but only time will tell. I’m sure someone in my family will point out that I forgot something else. It IS their job, you know!
Errand #3: Heading to the polls to perform my civic duty and share this patriotic experience with my child. I actually enjoy voting more now since I have children. Knowing who I cast my ballot for will affect not only me, but my entire family. And taking my child with me is hopefully showing her how important it is for each and every one of us to vote (especially us ladies!)
So we get into the voting line and the compliments start. Not for me, of course, but for how darling my child is. “Look at those eyelashes.” “Aren’t you just a cutey?” “Are you mama’s best helper today?” I’m glad the elderly volunteers love my child, but what about a little love for Mama?!
Then the man in charge of the voting comes up and asks if she would like a cookie. A cookie at the polls? She’s too young to vote!! He can’t even sway her vote. Of course she would love a cookie. So would I, but apparently I don’t have the eyelashes to win the confectioners treat. Whose genetic pool do you think she got those eyelashes, Bub?
Explaining the voting system in basic, preschool-aged language, my darling daughter and I finish up, and I must add, was I was relieved it went so quickly and smoothly. However, on the way out another elderly volunteer asked if a voting sticker was needed. I of course said, “Why, yes thank-you.” So they handed one to guess who? You got it – cutie patootie! Asking sweetly, turning my head to the side, and batting my eyelashes, I asked, “Are you rationing those stickers or can I get one too?” I gave her a smile and laugh. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t notice you there with such a cutie!”
This is my official post that my “cuteness” days are over as of the Election of 2010. At least the volunteers made a positive experience for my young child. Hopefully, they will have sealed the deal and made a life-time voter out of my three year old. Totally worth it!!