An Oldie!

I was thinking it would be really fun to revisit some of my old Myspace blogs today.

{Totally weird tangent:  seems like forever ago that myspace was my life-blood while cooped up at home with a toddler and newborn!  Hello???? They are now a first-grader and preschooler??? What???  Who slipped me an Ambien?  I won't even get started on what a trash-pit Myspace is now.}

And here's a really fun one I found that makes me super happy my first-grader and preschooler are just that and no longer toddlers and newborns!  Thought you might enjoy it too!

I only have a second for this- I really should be cleaning the astronomical mess my son just made. I am too furious and dismayed to even begin to tackle it though. And if I don’t have some outlet I may just go into his room where he is now on a permanent time out and find some sort of torturous punishment that may lead him to Cybil type behaviors later on in life.


Monkey and I were just happily folding the 4 loads of clean laundry that have accumulated in the laundry room over the past couple of days and stacking it in neatly sorted piles on the washer/dryer. I welcome his company for this task as he hands me the clothes from the baskets on the floor. It’s great- I don’t have to bend over and it makes it go super-fast as I am in a race with a two year old to keep up with his lightening speed!

Then it strikes... I have to PEE. This is all his fault- he is the child that wrecked my bladder while incubating on top of it. Now at various times of the month there’s no warning signs- just the sudden need to find a bathroom NOW! There’s no waiting, no thinking of what 'Senor Distructicon' may accomplish while I am running across the SMALL house to the nearest bathroom. I act-quickly and without regard as to how many golfers may be seeing me through the window, tripping over my sweats as I drop them along the way. Approximately 2 seconds after I leave the laundry room I hear him scream a scared but not necessarily hurt "moooommmmmm!" Well crap, what has he achieved in the past 5.2 seconds? It can’t be that bad. I finish. Walking briskly back to the laundry room I smell it before I see it. A brand new bottle of Gain Super Ulta Concentrated- guaranteed to get you 174,000 loads from this giant bottle- is dumped all over every article of clothing, the washer/dryer, the floor, the cleaning products, the LIGHT FIXTURE and the boy. The devilish little boy that I KNOW BETTER than to leave unattended in any area of my house- bathrooms and laundry room at the top of the list- has found a way to end my life with laundry detergent. I will never know how he did it. But I want to crawl in a hole due to the amazing amount of work it will take to get my laundry room and clothes back to normal.

One of us might not make it through this day!