Sticking a crayon in your eye.
Washing the glass turntable from the microwave with {slippery} hot water while thinking, “It’s not breakable, is it?”.
Putting four pieces of paper through the shredder when it says three sheets maximum.
Trying to find out if a bracelet made by a girl being worn by a teenage boy in your house means something.
Using a vacuum cleaner that is on it’s very last leg and sounds like a dying dog.
Making a recipe for dinner and waiting until the last step to realize you do not have a key ingredient.
Eating salsa with a whopper canker sore on your tongue.
Wanting to make a milestone birthday fabulous when the birthday boy is a “no hoopla” kind of guy.
Watching The Biggest Loser while eating a tall stack of oreos.
Changing a diaper on a boy whose new nickname is “Crazy Kicking Boot”.
Attempting to wait up late {anytime past 11:00} for your Hubby to return from a business trip.
Leaving your fresh Christmas greenery up past mid-January.
Looking under the couch in the basement to find three months worth of empty chip, string cheese and fruit snack wrappers.
Getting volcanic zits inside your nose when you are thirty-seven.
Leaving scissors ANYWHERE – wait, even OWNING scissors at all - when you have an 18 month-old whose even newer nickname is “Ollie Scissor Hands”.
And that, my friends, is a little view into my week.
* Update on the photoblog today!
12 comments:
Too late! I've already used the vacuum-that-sounds-like-a-dying-dog twice this week. And for the record, I think it spreads more dirt than it sucks up.
You have GOT to be kidding me. What did poor Ollie do to his fingers? I almost don't want to know. Sounds like a rough week indeed. Hang in there.
Owlie, I think you might be a stunt man some day.
I'm glad that I'm not the only one who finds that stuff under my couch, and who eats a giant stack of oreos while watching the biggest looser. Ha Ha!
That little Ollie boy looks like his dad in that last picture.
I still have some FAKE Christmas greenery up-it's a wreath and it's not super Christmasy mmmmm maybe I should take it down anyway. :)
Man, that little Ollie is T-R-O-U-B-L-E!!
And you're not the only one w/that stuff under the sofa! ;)
Poor Ollie! He looks like he just got back from the war!
I think my vacuum is just distributing the dirt more evenly over my carpet. I guess resign my bank account to paying for a Dyson.
Ah, the average week in the life of a mom.
His hand too!!
You poor thing. What a week you have had!
Oh man! Sounds like Waylon and Ollie are very similar. Waylon dropped a can of soup on his toe yesterday. Now it's a nice black and blue tone.
Poor Ollie, he is in to everything isn't he? But what a trooper!!
OMG, Ollie! What happened to his hand? I think he is not lucky lately...
And you really had a complete and "nice" week I guess...
I hope you get with the perfect idea for the birthday boy! ;p
I will have to ask Christina what the signifigance of a teenage girl giving a bracelet to a teenage boy is :)
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