This evening, I met my husband at the door with two toddlers, both in their shoes and coats, and shoved them all outside. Then resisted the urge to slam the door, go find my car keys and my Uggs, and FLEE FOR THE BORDER. Instead, I legit sprinted into the kitchen for a Rhinelander Shorty beer (you want some, trust me.) Then got on my laptop to blog, because therapy is expensive and blogging is free, that's why. OMG, IT WAS NOT A GOOD DAY. Why are three year olds certifiably insane? Why must everyone only want the RED watercolor paint when they're offered the ORANGE, then only the ORANGE when they're given the RED and then just throw their paintbrush at the floor in a fit of rage when FINALLY given the color of choice? Why is it fun to kick the back of my car seat over and over and over again? What's with the shoving lately? Who thinks an hour is a serious nap (hint: NOT ME)? Why would anyone think a kitten wanted to go into the toilet? Speaking of toilets, why is it such a big freaking process to POO in one? Why throw a perfectly good lunch on the floor because it wasn't cut up JUST SO? Why is my beer gone already? WHY WHY WHY?
Ahem. In other news, you guys, I love your Pinterest enthusiasm! I'm now following about eleventy billion of you, and I LOVE what I see. And if I'm not following you yet, I will be soon. Just as soon as I get done drinking my beer and going to a movie and taking a much needed morning off tomorrow with my friend Katie. We're going to look at crafty things at some crafty place, she says! I'll be mentally pinning all the livelong morning, I bet.
Okay. Let's all reflect on finer moments from the last few weeks. Mmkay?
bunt beds are here! bunt beds! first swimming lesson. athletic supporters. snugglywugglykittywitty. mister. cowboy treat bags. my very first rosette. throwing rocks. too small to be a bear too big to be a dog omg what is in my yard. not possessed that day. collecting leaves.