"Middle of the night" shopping trip

As you know I live and die by the clock.  Well, I don't so much but my kids do, thanks to me.  I don't care the event, holiday, who is visiting, etc., it's how it is.  And I have to say, I've had three amazingly happy, sleeping babies and I'd like to think some of it is because of the strict sleep schedule we keep.  As Drew gets older, though, I find myself becoming a little more lax.  And because it's so rare that we deviate from the norm, it makes these kinds of occasions extra special.

Drew has been my Thanksgiving helper this year.  She has decorated the mini pumpkins for the placecards, she wrote everyone's name, she ironed the linen napkins, she's going to set the table, and she's very anxious to help cook on Thanksgiving.  So, last night after the kids went to bed at their normal time, I was going to leave to go grocery shopping for Thanksgiving.  She heard the keys jingling and she peeked downstairs and said, "Where are you going?"  I said, "I'm going grocery shopping for our Thanksgiving meal."  She asked if she could come and I said no, it's bedtime.  She turned and went back upstairs.  Then I started thinking...

I went up and said to her that since she's my Thanksgiving helper this year and it is a big responsibility, it actually would be a good idea if she came and helped me shop for everything.  She had her pajamas off before I was even finished talking.  She threw on a dress and some sandals and in her wet hair we headed out to go grocery shopping in the 45* weather at 8:00pm.

Drew was in charge of the list and since she can now read, she actually was a huge help.  We got everything we needed, and a candy cane we didn't, and came home with the goods.  It was awesome.  More for me than for her, if that's possible.

It's the little things.

Happy Thanksgiving.