Six more days of finding things to keep them amused, quiet and somewhat tolerable…then… then I can take a day off.
ha.
snort.
bwaaaa haaaa haaaa. wipes tears of hilarity…
yeah right. I’ll spend most of the first few days with the husband bickering and argueing and generally keeping him from freaking on the kids incessantly because they are not the reasonable people he has been working with for the last four weeks.
I will survive. So what are we going to do tomorrow? We’ve done the Childrens museum, fed ducks, had McDonalds food…. tomorrow, we get nekked.
Wee girlie does not do well with Bob the Builder/Spiderman/Superman underpants ,no I haven’t bothered to get her ‘girlie’ underpants yet, midsized boys underpants are just fine thank-you-very-much! When nekked she is awesome. So I guess I am kinda pushing the whole toilet training thing on her. Sort of. Kind of… yeah, a whole new realm insanity over here. I’m not guaranteeing that it will continue. Today was good. Tomorrow I might not even bother. We shall see.
I still have half a litre of Dr. Pepper for tonight. SQUEEEEEEEEE!
And I plan on printing this out to hand to people who say… oh so you don’t work?
What Do You Do All Day?
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door. He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looki ng for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door.
As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He looked at her bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’
She again smiled and answered, ‘You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?’
‘Yes,’ was his incredulous reply.
She answered, ‘Well, today I didn’t do it.’
