For the sake of accuracy, though, instead of sleeping the girl should be lying awake trying to decide if she really has to pee badly enough to begin the process of rolling her behemoth self out of bed.
During a conversation about hand-me-down clothes, my oldest mentioned she liked having lots of siblings.
I asked her why and she said, "Two reasons. First, if one sibling is mad then you just go find another one to play with. And second, I think it's funny when my friends ask how many brothers and sisters I have and when I start to count on my fingers-"
"Wait," I interrupted. "You have to count on your fingers?"
"Yeah, I lost track a few years ago," she shrugged.
I blame Common Core.
Operation Reclaim the Basement continues, with throwing out lots more crap this week.
Phillip spent Saturday down there making this awesome rack to organize the scrap wood in his workshop.
|Now that our inventory is stocked and organized, we're ready to operate a shady lumberyard from our basement.|
You can't fully understand how exciting this is without a 'before' picture, when it was spewed randomly all over the floor like a Home Depot after an earthquake.
I had the privilege of guest posting for Meredith at Perfection Pending this week. You guys, I love Meredith. She's always insightful and funny, and she's probably way nicer than anyone else who will still talk to me.
Please head over to read my guest post 6 Ways Preschoolers are Just Like Telemarketers, and then check out the rest of her site! You can count it as your weekend reading.
You know how you know when you're a mom? When the highlight of your day is detecting that your 2-year-old is about to throw up and getting him to the bathroom in time for all of it to go in the toilet.
No scrubbing carpets, no changing clothes (mine and his,) no other kids jumping around yelling, "Ewwww, gross!" and accidentally stepping in it... I could go on, but I'll just say it was pretty awesome that there was no clean-up whatsoever.
For the rest of the day I was walking around smiling to myself and sometimes stopping to do this:
Phillip noticed I was shaving my legs in the shower the other day and commented, "I thought women stopped doing that once they got pregnant."
Then he paused and said, "Actually, I thought you guys stop doing that when you get married."
This one is wise in the ways of women.
At the library this picture book caught my eye:
True to the name, the book is just what it sounds like.
I've been saying for years that I should write a book just like this one. I even had a title all picked out: "Honey, Don't Rub Your Cantaloupe on Your Forehead" and Other Things I Thought I'd Never Say.
But this Nathan Ripperger person beat me to it. He even has 5 kids, too, how weird is that?