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Went into the kids' bathroom to tidy up for cleaning today. Put away some mouthwash and moisturizer and moved a shaving kit. Found this. Because why not?
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Anonymous said…
Hah!
This has inspired me to take a photo of the next weird thing I see on the Things' bathroom floor. I couldn't possibly show ALL the weird things because it would take the rest of my life. Why why whyyyy does everything go on the floor?
Swear to Jobs! Thing 1 came home from school today and - right in front of me - whipped off a sock and threw it on his bedroom floor.
I may have actually growled like a mad dog. Who's to say? It's a mystery, really. Whatever primal sound I made it caused him to retrieve the sock immediately and head to the laundry room and avoid meeting my gaze. Just as well. There were daggers at the ready. ;)
temperedwithkindness, your story made me laugh with recognition. Maybe I should blog about times when I frightened my kids because of my reaction to something they did.
I don't know what odd things I might find lying around. Most of the time the objects I find out of place are ordinary, they're just in the Wrong. Freaking. Place.
Matt and I went on a date and did shots! No, wait. Matt and I went on a date and got shots! The day of my last shot, I sat around nervously all day terrified I would miss my time slot and left an hour early. The days I was driving my parents for their shots, same. Yesterday I ran around with Eve all day trying to find some decent black shoes for her abbreviated graduation ceremony tomorrow evening because we realized she only ever wears boots or flip-flops (my kid, obviously) and other than some super-fancy shoes for prom, she had nothing. We could maybe be forgiven this lapse if this was the first time this had happened, but, um, it's not. So we went to a few stores without any luck, until we realized she didn't really know what she wanted, she just felt like maybe wearing her Docs for grad wasn't completely appropriate. To which I said, hogwash (I did, I used a quaint and un-profane epithet, you weren't there, you can't prove otherwise). I wore Docs for my weddi
I am pretty well ensconced in the January doldrums. We are in a deep freeze, and after the major snow dump on Monday I never catch it snowing, and yet there are a few centimetres on the driveway by every evening. I'm happy with my decision not to take any office shifts for a few weeks - it's incredibly stressful, will only be more so now that people are pissed that we're not supposed to be reporting Covid cases, and I don't even get paid my regular library rate. But it does sort of make the days run together. I try to walk Lucy, but it's so cold she starts dancing around lifting up one paw after the other for me to warm with my mittens. We've tried paw covers but haven't found any that fit. So I walk her around the block and then bring her home and keep walking. It's been cold but not very windy, so walking is quite pleasant (I'm finally not too warm!) I am rewatching The Golden Girls, which I don't think I ever watched all the way through befor
I'm as susceptible to Christmas blues as anyone. I agree that expectations get out of hand, the stress level can be just stupid, and I often stop and wonder WHY am I doing this again? And yet, I composed a blog post in my head entitled "Bah Humbitch" upon reading a Leah McLaren column that told everyone not to send her Christmas cards, especially with stupid pictures of their children wearing Santa suits or antlers. And I left my first negative comment at a blog I generally really like today (not a 'you suck and you're stupid and I hate you' comment, just a 'this is a little unfair and I'm a little put out' comment -- I know, it must have really stung, in amongst all the comments telling her how fantastic and wise and one hundred and forty percent correct she is). And for the life of me, I can't really figure out why. photo credit creative commons license Okay, maybe I can, in the case of the Leah McLaren piece (it's called 'I'
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This has inspired me to take a photo of the next weird thing I see on the Things' bathroom floor. I couldn't possibly show ALL the weird things because it would take the rest of my life. Why why whyyyy does everything go on the floor?
Swear to Jobs! Thing 1 came home from school today and - right in front of me - whipped off a sock and threw it on his bedroom floor.
I may have actually growled like a mad dog. Who's to say? It's a mystery, really. Whatever primal sound I made it caused him to retrieve the sock immediately and head to the laundry room and avoid meeting my gaze. Just as well. There were daggers at the ready. ;)
I don't know what odd things I might find lying around. Most of the time the objects I find out of place are ordinary, they're just in the Wrong. Freaking. Place.