NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

Christmas shopping

The other night I was trying to get some online Christmas shopping done. Actually, let me clarify, I was buying presents for my mom to give to my kids. You see, my mom does not know how to operate a computer; therefore she can

Thanks Dad!

My dad is a one of a kind. I could spend an entire blog on him, his eccentricities, his likes, his dislikes. But today, I just want to thank him.

On frequent occasion he will call and say

Beyond tears

Today I took the kids to a lunch-time kiddy show. The entertainment was this middle-aged, gray haired man who juggled, dropped things on the ground, lost his hat several times, tried very hard to balance about 75 large plastic cups on his chin and then tried to keep all the cups in one stack but instead just kept dropping them all over.

This type of physical comedy is not typically on my list of top 10 things to go see. However, it was free and it would get me and my kids out of the house for 2 hours.

I don

Natural consequences

My kids, for some reason, LOVE playing on the stairs. The act of my kids playing on the stairs drives me CRAZY. You know the old saying, laughing leads to crying; well that is what always happens when my kids are playing on the stairs. After fits of laughter, comes howls, tears and some sort of bonk on some body part that needs mom