We're in the process of remodeling our kitchen. Huge pain in the ass, by the way. But it'll be worth it when it's all done...next week!! I'll post pictures (before and after) once it's complete!
Obviously when it comes to remodel work, some caulking is necessary. Listening to Tim and my stepdad throw that word around carelessly threw me into complete hysterics one day.
"Hey, Tim...you might need to throw some caulk in there," my stepdad said.
"Where? Here? You sure it needs to be caulked? It looks like it's sealed pretty tight to me," Tim responded.
"Oh yeah, trust me, I know this shit. And that shit needs a little caulk right there," my stepdad said in a serious tone.
They both stared at me as I doubled over in laughter.
And then I said, "Just a little caulk? That's kind of disappointing."
Tim said, "No, what's disappointing is that you have your mind in the gutter always at the wrong time."
2) I confess that when Cole politely asked me to stop sending him little love notes in his lunchbox from his Mommy, I pretended to cry, as if I had just learned that Krispy Kreme had gone out of business.
"Mommy, can you PLEASE stop putting notes in my lunchbox?" he had asked one day after school.
Cue tears and sniffling.
"But, but, but....you're my baby, my first born. I send those notes so you'll know how much I think about you during the day when you're not home..."I began.
"Okay, okay...geez, stop crying about it. You can go ahead and send me notes if it makes you THAT happy."
I did agree to discontinue beginning the notes with "Dear Marshmallow". I can see how that might be a little bit embarrassing.
3) I confess to letting my kids eat Fiber One Brownies for dinner the other night.
Besides, the brownies are loaded with fiber and dark chocolate, both of which have proven to be heart healthy foods.
4) I confess that sometimes I avoid making eye contact with people as a way of not having to greet them as they pass me by.
You know, the whole "I'm gonna reject you before you reject me" thing. Call it snobby, call it rude...but I honestly think there's no worse feeling than saying hello to someone and they don't even acknowledge you.
Well, maybe not as bad as the feeling of your doctor gutting you like a fish in order to pry two tiny human beings from within your belly but still...I think you get my point.
5) I confess that Cole and Bella have suckered me into baking their birthday cakes for them again this year.
After Garrett and Landon's Superhero cake last March, you may remember the post I wrote about swearing off baking for-evah.
Until Bella mentioned how cool it would be to have a sushi cake....and then Cole couldn't stop talking about wanting a dragon cake.
And just like every other mother out there, I want my kids to be happy.
Even if it means me slaving in the kitchen for 72 hours, drowning in a sea of confectioners sugar and fondant, to bring smiles to their little faces.
Even if it is the death of me.
And even if my whining and complaining about it makes Tim want to drive a 2 x 4 into the back of my head.
I want my kids to be happy, dammit.
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