It's Saturday morning and the kids are like, "Mom!! How do you spell Diablo?" or "Mom!!! What did we do after we ate lunch on Wednesday?" or "Mom!! I want to eat. I want to eat. I want to eat."
So... Any hope of sitting on the couch for 5 minutes with Pinterest is completely lost. So I make breakfast, send Steve to the gym (and the grocery store, so don't think I'm no saint or nothin') and organize a very pleasant project of coloring plants and flower and birds and butterflies. We are jamming to Taylor's Swift's "Red" album and doing art and I'm not even upset that I lost my 5 minutes of couch time.
Then, just as I'm getting ready to try out a cute new hairdo on Penny, the girls are headed downstairs for some sister/Barbie time.
So I start putting away the art and cleaning the kitchen and picking up the newspaper all over the house... and I realize this....
I'm still listening to Taylor Swift. And singing out loud. How does this always happen?
"And loving him was Red..... "
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I recently woke up at 3am with "you found me, you found me, you found me e e e e" in my head. Could not get back to sleep! I've found myself still coloring before I realize that Henry moved on to something else ten minutes ago.
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