Summah summah summah times.
Early morning rise and shine. Coffee. I love you.
Dad goes to work Kids go to schoooo--
-what? no school -- there is no school.
Blink. Blink. Crickets.
So funny.
Nobody told me being a mom meant I was supposed to be a
Ticket Dispensing
Popcorn Making
Roller Coaster Riding
Face Painting Machine.
I don't have slots for all these things, Blog.
It's eight am! What are we doing today? We are going to the park, and then to the grocery store, and then we have swim lessons? Okay! Awesome!
Now it's eight-thirty! What are we doing now? WHAT ARE WE DOING NOW I AM SO BORED HE HIT ME CAN I PLAY THIS WHY CANT WE EAT THAT I AM TELLING WHEN IS THE ZOO WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME WHAT IS FOR LUNChhhhhhhhhh.....
So I can either
Enroll the kids in a Four H Magnetic Armpit Day Camp for the month of July to the tune of four thousand dollars so that when they graduate with electronic shoelaces and patents pending they can recite "Taps" backwards through a recorder made out of macaroni.
ORRRRRRRRR. I could like be with my kids. And watch them. And play with them as if I were raising them.
Hmmmm.
Allrightity. Let's give this a shot shall we? I am definitely scared. But this will be fun for observation's sake.
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