2. When the youngest had to go to school for his p.m. kindergarten, he said, “I got her water. Will you get her what she needs while I’m gone?” As if.
3. The fact that the living room is a disaster because the kids were playing is a very small price to pay for their getting along.
4. To further enable such play in the future, I’ve left the toys upstairs in the living room – all tied in a wire basket ‘cause I am OCD – and they have continued to return to play each day. Now that’s bliss.
5. I figure I’ve cut out one banshee-like screaming at them each day. Now I’m down to 33.
6. I am a frequent launderer. I don’t mind it. All dirty clothes are washed, dried and folded every two days or so. I don’t let it pile up.
7. It often comes to pass, however, that I make the mistake of saying, “Well, the laundry is done.” That night, we will have a puking child on our hands. Or a kid will upend some liquid or food onto the playroom bed. Or, as was the case on Tuesday, I will spill milk all over myself. No, laundry really is never done.
8. How do you know your car is filthy? A 5-year-old friend of the youngest, coming home with us to play before afternoon kindergarten, says, “Wow, your car is dirty.”
9. All you folks who have the little second step before submitting a comment – you know, the visual identification – is spam really that big of a problem? I must be doing something wrong because I rarely get any. Perhaps I should start including my potty mouth sayings.
10. You know what’s really great to have when you’re already taking TheraFlu, the real Sudafed (with the federally overseen pseudoephedrine), and daytime and nighttime cough syrup? Your period.