I would like to start off by saying that my husband doesn't think I'm funny. I know - very hard to believe but as I type this, I'm reminded that after 16 years together, I don't think he's that hilarious any more either. Granted, he is a funny guy. Just ask him, he'll tell you. He's hilarious. And while I think we've gotten "comfortable" with each other's sense of humor, I would like to have you all do me a favor. When you see my husband, please tell him how hilarious his wife is and how funny you think these posts are. Okay? Thanks!
So we haven't had a lot of excitement around here lately which I'm thankful for so I thought I'd just share a few random tidbits/quotes of our recent happenings.
*I have threatened to send the kids to "sleep away" camp (with no phones) at least 237 times (on Monday alone.)
*They aren't scared.
*I have threatened to go to "Mommy sleep away" camp (with no phones) at least 235 times (on Tuesday)
*This scared them a little.
*Took a 3 day jaunt to St. Louis. My husband said we were going to be St. Lunatics (187 times) but we behaved and everyone had a good time. I chickened out on the Arch and was then scolded and told that I would have to stay home by myself on the next trip if I was going to be a big baby. Hmmm - home alone for several days???? No, we wouldn't want that!
*My giant 6 yr. old son is currently swaddled in a queen size blanket in flannel pajamas. Yes, it's the end of June. It was freezing at swim lessons. And for those that know me well, he will always be my baby boy and I may still be swaddling him in high school. (If I am - please get me help.)
*We are getting ready to embark on a home project. I use the term "we" very loosely here. I will basically just stand around until he needs something and then get yelled at when I hand him the wrong tool. If he would just call the Phillips screwdriver the star tip, a lot of yelling wouldn't happen.
*I am dreading the above project.
*I may need to leave next week.
*My son just took his pants off and threw then out of his "swaddling" Guess it's getting hot in there.
*Yesterday he got in trouble and after I scolded him he said "Mom, you just don't get it. My brain has a different program in it and I just have to act this way." How do you reply to that?
Like I said, not much happening around these parts so let me wrap up with another fun poop story. (Andy - this is for you!)
Yesterday it was beautiful outside. The kids were opening windows and the daughter noticed that the dog had pooped on the driveway right behind the van. I didn't believe her and thought maybe it was a leaf. Well it was windy and that "leaf" wasn't blowing away. My son, being the expert on scat, decided he would inspect. He goes outside and yells from the driveway, "Mom, it IS poop!"
I don't remember the dog ever doing this and it's seriously right behind my tire. I think she was mad at us about something. Maybe she just has bad aim, I don't know. Anyway, I go about my business and figure I'll clean in up later. Well it was pretty windy out and our garage was open. If you've seen our garage you know that it's not the most orderly thing. I hear something rolling around and by time I go to see what it is I hear...."mom, the can of sunscreen rolled out of the garage and landed in the pile of poop"
Now at first, I don't believe it because that means it would have had to roll down our slightly sloped driveway and make a 90 degree turn behind the van and end up in the poop. Well, it did just that. I swear the dog grinned as I was cleaning it up.
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