School
signature scent.
Perfume…I don’t know if this is a problem in the homes of every other parent I know, or I’m just lucky. I’m voting lucky, because, well that seems to be typical around here. For those that missed it, I mean…
welcome back
I’m going to preface this with a notice to the Barbie Lawyer! This has not been proofread. I’m tired. I’m slightly aggravated. Don’t harass me. As a side note, I also miss you. Yesterday ended at 11:45pm with a screaming…
to squat or not to squat.
There are a lot of people up in this house. Right now, the human occupant count is 11. (12 if you count that kid, Not Me.) I have everyday, matching, dining service for at least 20 people. It was once…
trippin’.
Monday. It’s my favorite day of the week. Started out great. House was quiet, baked a pie, prepped dinner, did some laundry. The biggest problem before noon was a broken Christmas tree bulb. Sweet! I’ll take it. As I’m curling…
The right fighter.
I love a little conflict with breakfast. It’s why Bestie gives me all the angry emotional jobs at the office. The ones that have potential to turn aggressive are the ones I get nominated for. The fact that she feeds…
I like my eggs dippy.
Mr. Gatsby and Hubby have been at Autorama all evening, for the last two days. Mr. Gatsby is showing his car, for the first time. (I’m so proud of him and how he’s handled the challenges life has tossed at…
Ummm, what?
Each day this week, I have reached out to school, asking for the status on the escort system that Daytime Emmy Nominee is supposed to have in place, per her IEP. That escort is to ESCORT her from class to…
The sounds of silence.
The day started with Sassy Britches missing the bus. It sure looked like an intentional miss if you ask me. (Cameras all over my house.) She must really have a strong distaste for second hour. Chemistry isn’t really my fav…
As suspected.
Finally have permission to enroll the newest household member and the district is giving me a hard time. I’m shocked. Not. No. I don’t have an immunization record. No. I don’t have a birth certificate. Nope. Nope. Nope. I don’t…
Scenes from an airport.
You know when there are a handful of stalls open in the bathroom and some jerk uses the one directly next to you? I ran into the airport version of that lady. No short of 50-75 open seats at our…
