When my 1 year old wants me to spell words with him but I just want to dance to the Frozen soundtrack…
For two days I’m been freaking that K is saying “holy fuck.” Turns out he’s been saying “hairy frog.” Relief. Thank goodness I’m not fucking up *that* bad.
Hey kids, as we approach Halloween I just wanted you guys to be careful and say DON’T FUCK WITH SPIRITS. Don’t mess with Ouija Boards, don’t talk to no dead people, don’t fuck with demons, don’t summon shit, don’t dick around in abandoned buildings. If you are considering a thing, just think, “would a white person in a horror movie do this thing?” If the answer is yes, then don’t do the thing.
Our flight leaves at 650am which means we have to be there at 550 am which means I should wake up at around 450am
I have to take out the garbage. Put away the dishes. Finish laundry. Shower. Do my hair (yeah right). Lay put clothes for tomorrow.
Oh and pack.
And instead I’m lying holding my poor fevered baby wondering at what point you call the doctor or cancel a flight.
Okay, I know both of those are a tad but excessive since he was running around like a crazy person today but still.
The one time I was actually ahead of schedule. Now I’m going to be up all night- even if I get everything done I’m still going to be worrying about my baby.
Sooo… K knows how to take his cloth diapers off. Poop everywhere. Go to fill up the bath and then throw the sheets in the wash….
Apparently he didn’t want to bathe alone.