My youngest son took a shower last night, right before bed. He woke up looking like Rod Stewart.
“If you think I’m … sleepy …”
My youngest son took a shower last night, right before bed. He woke up looking like Rod Stewart.
“If you think I’m … sleepy …”
My thirteen-year-old was livid that I made her do her homework. She spun around and told me, “You’re ruining my life!”
I can’t help it. I looked at her and said, “Just wait until you start dating.”
There’s that magical moment when you actually feel ahead of the game, so to speak. All the lunches are packed for schools the next day. The kids are all bathed and on track for bedtimes.
And then you realize that school doesn’t start until Wednesday and the kids have two more days of vacation …
And here I thought I could make it out of 2014 without uttering the words: “Hey, don’t lick the slinky.”
I’m eating off a Disney Princess plate this morning. Yeah, I felt like a little irony for breakfast.