I have been berated for years by my friends to write down the insanity that is my life. In nine years I have yet to put pen to paper. Mostly because I have shit to do. I started this blog so my friends would shut up already. This is about my kids, my husband and only about my job if it is so hilarious I just can't help myself. I will try to avoid politics, but I'm not going to promise. Sometimes the stupidity of others simply requires ridicule. Well, welcome to my crazy little world!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Quote of the Day
Isa: "Mom, is everyone in the family flexible?"
"No, your Dad isn't very flexible, either. You and him are alike in that way."
Declan: "Don't worry, Isabella, everyone has some sort of disability."
"No, your Dad isn't very flexible, either. You and him are alike in that way."
Declan: "Don't worry, Isabella, everyone has some sort of disability."
On Good Lies
My son tried to run past me and get upstairs with a box of cereal. I stopped him immediately and reminded him that cereal is not allowed upstairs. Mostly because I'm pretty sure they don't actually eat it, but instead dump it all over the floor and dance on top of it. That is the only possible explanation for the mess that always results. So, no cereal upstairs.
He reluctantly plodded back toward the kitchen and grumbled in protest.
A few minutes later he came by with a kitchen trash bag.
"Isa needs a trash bag to clean her room!" He spat at me as he sprinted toward the stairs.
"Wait! What's in the trash bag?!?"
"Ugh. You busted me."
He had poured several handfuls of cereal in the trash bag to get it by me. The only reason it failed is that Isa doesn't clean her room. Ever.
I'm going to have to work to stay ahead of this little guy when he's a teenager...
He reluctantly plodded back toward the kitchen and grumbled in protest.
A few minutes later he came by with a kitchen trash bag.
"Isa needs a trash bag to clean her room!" He spat at me as he sprinted toward the stairs.
"Wait! What's in the trash bag?!?"
"Ugh. You busted me."
He had poured several handfuls of cereal in the trash bag to get it by me. The only reason it failed is that Isa doesn't clean her room. Ever.
I'm going to have to work to stay ahead of this little guy when he's a teenager...
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Quote of the Day
Isabella: "Dad! What's wrong with your toes?"
Dad: "Nothing."
Isa: "Why are your toes purple?"
Dad: "Emily painted my toenails."
Isa: "Um, Dad... You have some polish in your toe hair."
Ruins the look bit, I guess....
Dad: "Nothing."
Isa: "Why are your toes purple?"
Dad: "Emily painted my toenails."
Isa: "Um, Dad... You have some polish in your toe hair."
Ruins the look bit, I guess....
Thursday, August 4, 2011
The Difference Between Boys and Girls
So completely at random, The Husband announced during our car ride that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Right when I was in the middle of my eye roll, Declan chimes in from the back seat.
"What a coincidence, Dad! I'm not either!"
Great. Emily immediately made a sound as if she had stepped in dog poop. "That's gross!!!"
"No," Dec patiently explained, "it's called 'commando'."
"What a coincidence, Dad! I'm not either!"
Great. Emily immediately made a sound as if she had stepped in dog poop. "That's gross!!!"
"No," Dec patiently explained, "it's called 'commando'."
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Lalalalalalalalala
My youngest two children, according to their shrieks, are playing a game named "Stuffed Animal Wrestling Super Bowl". It would also seem that an important move is the "Fat Chop".
I'm just going to keep typing at the computer....
I'm just going to keep typing at the computer....
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Quote of the Day
Tonight I was shaving down The Husband's hair. He likes to sport the short look, so we just bought some clippers and I buzz him down every few weeks. While I was in the middle of all this, Emily sauntered into the kitchen.
"Mom, make sure you get all of the white ones, so Dad won't look like an old person."
Nothing like a child's honesty to keep your ego in check!
"Mom, make sure you get all of the white ones, so Dad won't look like an old person."
Nothing like a child's honesty to keep your ego in check!
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