My Peach had a little accident yesterday concerning number 2, her pants/underwear, and the floor. There was a major... we'll just say mess on some clothing, and instead of washing it I thought about simply tossing it in the trash. There's NO WAY I'd ever do that though-- I'm too cheap.
While at the park enjoying our wonderful 60 degree-break from winter weather, my baby Bug really needed a tissue for her nose. Without anything tissue-like in sight, I DID NOT give my husband the okay to go ahead and wipe her snot onto the bottom of her shirt. What kind of mother would do that?
My husband had a craving (for once) for some Italian last night. I didn't feel like cooking. You can guess what I totally DIDN'T give into, right? Johnny Carinos most certainly DID NOT receive our business yesterday evening. And there's NO WAY we split an amazing shrimp and chicken pasta with a spicy cream sauce, mushrooms, sweet red peppers and chives while our little people chowed on some mac'n cheese.
After the older two girls sat down to play with their individual sensory tables a few days ago, I DID NOT catch my pickiest eater sitting there chewing on dried pasta. There's no way my Brownie would ever touch pasta unless it was cooked and covered in cheese-- so I know she was NOT eating it dry? Okay, so this one belongs under Brownie's NOT ME MONDAY!
And to end this story, let me just tell you how I'm so NOT emotional this week. Please, somebody buy some stock in Kleenex already.
