Am I an ordinary girl?

First, I'm not really a girl anymore!!  I've earned the 'ma'am' designation from strangers.  I think I live an ordinary life, but does anyone? 

This was my day:  I babysat my almost 23-month old grandson for most of the day.  I took him for a long stroller ride so I could do some shopping.  We hit three stores.  While he slept, I mowed the lawn.  When he woke up we played in the basement, where it is a lot cooler.  Then we played outside by filling the pool and wading in it and then by running under the sprinkler.  Fun.  He then decided to play in the dirt from the flower beds which, when added to the wet on him, made a muddy mess.  Since he was a mess already, I decided to go to the corner store where we bought and shared a popsicle.  So now we added sticky to the muddy mess.  But he was happy.  Finally, we went to the garden to pick and eat raspberries.  Which means we added red juice to the muddy, sticky mess.  When Jodi, his mom, came home, she gave him a bath right away. 

As a babysitter, I'm wondering how I rank.  I certainly don't get points for cleanliness, but he was happy and well-fed.  That has to count for something!

I also did some house-worky stuff like laundry, and picked and froze some beans and raspberries. Steve barbecued supper.  And we made plans to go blueberry picking tomorrow. 

How's that for ordinary?