I hate that every single clock in our home is set to a slightly different time. Is it 8:00? 7:57? 8:03? I wouldn't know. It drives me slightly batty. Which probably isn't a good thing considering I teeter on the edge most days anyway.
My dog has started using our doorstop as a means to signal when he wants to go outside. Good, in some way I guess. But I'm starting to feel like a freaking door man responding to a buzzer. Bzzzziiingggggg! Oh here, sir, let me get that door for you.
Why is it my princesses feel like they have to eat TWO bowls of cereal in the morning. I only get to eat one bowl (if I get to eat at all) and I do just fine. Two bowls everyday times 3 equals nearly a box of cereal every two days. I'm going to go broke.
One of my favorite things to do in the morning (besides inhale my first cup of coffee) is to go into Princess #4's room as she's waking up. There's not much better than seeing that little bundle of energy standing in her crib jumping up and down with a huge grin. The overwhelming, room filling aroma of le poopy diaper? That I could do without.
Speaking of poop, only 8:14 (8:09? 8:12? Who knows?) and already I'm cleaning poop out of panties. In the last 4 days I've become a personal pooper scooper. This is going to be the next job on an A-lister's entourage, for those that can't be troubled to get to a toilet to deposit their, um, deposit. Much like my Princess #3. She is a rock star afterall.
OK, off to do life. The are dishes to be washed, laundry to be folded and tushies to be wiped. Ciao.
I carry my cell phone around the house and set all the clocks to my phone time. And Heaven forbid the phone time changes while I'm in the middle of this task. Then I have to go around and check all the clocks to make sure they changed too! I know. I have a problem.
ReplyDeleteOh I throw poopy panties away. yuck.
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