Wednesday, December 14, 2011

flushed

Oh, Bug.  You didn't quite outdo your sister's death-defying poison puke playdate of yesterday (or the after-effect gym daycare barfing act of this morning) .... but this was a solid runner-up performance.  Ten minutes with the plumber and $66 later, your pajama pants returned from their journey to the depths of our plumbing system.


WHY ARE TODDLERS SO INSANE?

ARE THEY IN KINDERGARTEN YET?

DOES ANYONE DELIVER WINE?

(Just kidding.  I'm not ready for my babies to leave me for kindergarten.  But I would take on a part time nanny, if I were to find one who would work for free.  And who wasn't Swedish and/or prettier than me.  And I wasn't kidding about the insanity.  Or the wine.  I don't kid about wine.)

3 comments:

Jenn said...

Omg! I nearly died after reading about the hand sanitizer puking episode and now flushed pajamas!? If it's any consolation, my older brother once flushed a stalk of celery down our commode. My dad literally had to take the throne off the floor and STICK HIS HANDS IN THERE to get it out.

$66. Money well spent imho.

I would love to be on the receiving end of a wine-home-delivery service. Kind of like getting roses delivered, but a frajillion times better.

Lisa said...

Oh man! You deserve it! Hopefully J is smart enough to not come home empty handed after a day like that! :)

Candice said...

Your kids are...a handful! Thank God they're both so cute!!!