What my son sees upon waking: A delightful little elf named Zipper just wanting to play video games. In fact, he even has his own special soccer uniform, because I am that good. Adult version of Elf on the Shelf: Zipper has hit rock bottom. He can no longer afford the prescription drugs on his… Continue reading Elf on the the Shelf-Day 1
Just a quick note that I am not slacking on posting or reading everyone’s posts. I do apologize! I have to take care of a few things that I anticipated would take 3 evenings tops…I’m on evening #5. Obviously I was a little off. Anyway, I’ll be a mean lean posting and reading machine starting… Continue reading I’m Not M.I.A.
C comes into my room crying. After several minutes urging him to tell me what is bothering him he finally blurts out: “I’m afraid someone is going to break into the house and kill you.” ‘I’m sorry, come again?’ I thought. He continued to cry and say it over and over again. Ok, he was… Continue reading Well I Did Not See That Coming….
My 6 yr old son wet his bed last night. I’m over it. But he didn’t just wet his bed, he wet his bunk bed. For anyone who hasn’t had the honor of changing a bunk bed, allow me to paint you a picture: If I go to hell, my assigned job will be to… Continue reading My Job In Hell? Changing The Top Bunk Of Every Bunk Bed
I stayed up till 2 a.m last night. I thought my sons had the rule down pretty well that unless the house is on fire or someone is sick, don’t wake me. This was my 1 week off and I wanted to at least sleep till 9. At 8:07, P comes into my room and… Continue reading Shaping Up to be a Hot Mess of a New Years Eve
As a child, I was always excited to attend an assembly for a school fundraiser. As a 10 year old, the prizes were AMAZING! Sell $50, get a slap bracelet. Sell $51 to $200, get a walkman. Sell $201 to $400, receive a skateboard. Holy shit, the possibilities were endless. When my sons attended a… Continue reading School Money Maker?
My son’s 7th birthday is officially today. Thank the baby Jesus he was a million times easier to get out then my first son. I am gonna be real here people; I am a goddamn wimp when it comes to all things medical, especially “down South”. When I became pregnant for my first son, I… Continue reading Labor Day Tips and/or Birth Control