So yesterday I posted a Friday Fun Facts on Thursday. Yeah, it’s been that kind of a week. So here is my second edition on the correct day and maybe you will understand why it’s not surprising I screwed that up….

Do you know what’s worse than being a SAHM with small kids and having a nasty cold/flu bug? Nothing. Nothing is worse. There is no lounging in bed or on the couch. You still have to make three meals, do laundry, and care for another human being (or two). We played a lot of mama-is-going-to-lay-on-the-ground-and-try-not-to-move. I cannot believe how much I did not appreciate real sick days when I had them. I fantasize about being able to lay in bed and just veg out when I feel like garbage. For any of you out there that still have that luxury, enjoy it. 

I told my daughter tonight “Less dancing and more cleaning.” And after I said it, I instantly felt like the evil stepmother in a fairy tale and then I looked around our house. And I said it again. With feeling. And then I maniacally laughed. 

I’m convinced there is a mom from G’s 4k class that hates us all. Why? Look what she sent as her son’s birthday favor.

You probably can’t tell what this is. It’s a block of chalk and a chisel. Somewhere in that hard block of dust is a dinosaur claw. G has been working on it for hours (I have the mess to prove it) and she is still not even close to getting out the claw. Don’t worry, I have planned my revenge. I will be giving out sand art for G’s birthday favors.

On the other hand, Alexa totally has my back. G has recently been obsessed with the song Tomorrow from Annie. Every fifth time or so that she requests it on our stereo system (usually at volume 10), Alexa feigns ignorance and plays something else. 

I feel like everyone at Target thinks I am a horrible mother. There is something about being in that store with my kids that brings out my not-nice voice. Sometimes I want to tell the strangers in line that I am actually a very nice person. Just not when I am trying to wrestle my two year old in the cart and keep her from grabbing every candy bar she can reach while my four year old tells the checkout person how to do her job. 

My kids are currently having too much fun and our house is still a mess. I need to go and put them to work. Maniacal laugh, maniacal laugh. 

I really am a nice person. I swear. 

Until next time folks…..

 

 

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