In an uncharacteristically passive aggressive move, I preemptively blogged on Aiming Low about Tariq's bathroom habits in an attempt to exact vengeance for being left ALL alone for four WHOLE days.
I found Chex Mix in my sneakers yesterday morning AFTER I put them on, and we also had another Sprite incident last night. N.'s telling me I'm not "acting like her mother these days because I say 'no' too much."
My children are (1) evil geniuses and, most upsetting, (2) outnumber me.
It's a good thing I pray a lot.
Call the National Guard if you don't hear from me in a few days. These kids don't play around.
Have you listened to the Hey! That's My Hummus podcast, yet? We talked about American civic ignorance, blood money and the gay kiss on Glee.