Spending the weekend being torn about spending quality time with the kids, minimizing the domestic filth, feeling guilty about time you should be working, while concurrently neglecting items #1-3 because you're trying relax from all the stress of not doing items #1-3 by spending too much time on the $%^&* computer reading about other people's quality moments ...is not, by definition, a super fantastic way to spend 48 hours. So my new motto is to just embrace the chaos. That should get me through Thursday, at least.
Also, in my online meanderings, I was reminded again of the fact that my kids will neither remember nor care that the floors were clean. They will remember making fresh squeezed orange juice:
(bizarrely, one of this guy's favorite things is the juicer. We make a LOT of lemonade in the summertime).
He may or may not remember riding his bike on the sidewalk while I fussed in the garage and then got on his razor-thingy and nearly broke both it and my neck. Pretty sure those things have a weight limit. They should probably have an age limit too.
With any luck he will NOT remember opening the door and letting this one out.
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Dreaming of Freedom. |
Who despite being effectively a three legged dog, thanks to a torn doggy-tendon, can move like lightening should the opportunity present itself. One of our neighbors luckily came to a very very hard stop, thus eliminating the potential memory and presumed life-long guilt of letting the dog out only to watch her be immediately smushed by a SUV. Though I will confess I was furious (because said neighbor came to a very VERY hard stop) and sent him inside for a time out because we have told him a gazillion times to be careful opening that door and I was incensed that he nearly created the aforementioned lifelong guilt, and also because I happen to like the middle dog quite a bit. And also, the vet bills. Because after running up $10k in car repairs and annual health insurance deductibles in two months, the real cherry on top of that mess would be the doggy ER.
This one took a long late nap and woke up cranky so we didn't get to the park but I think we will today. Two weeks ago it was ten degrees; today it's supposed to reach 70. I'm sure it won't be crowded
at all.
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Post nap Cranky picture |
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Mommy is crazy, I don't know what you're talking about, Happy Picture |
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Happy Picture, II |
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