It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time...
Good idea: Doodles is a messy child. I'm always searching for a wipe. So I thought it would be clever to simply leave a box of wipes in the car to wipe the snot, sand, and unknowns off his face.
Reality: I live in New England. Where it's winter. Take one box of wipes, place in car. You have a solid block of ice wipes. Not so useful anymore.
Good idea: Doodles is starting to speak. So I babble all the time and say, "Can you say [what Mommy just said]?"
Reality: Babbling while paying bills: "Duh, Mom! You need a pen to write the checks. Doodles can you say, 'Duh, Mom'? Uh..."
Good idea: Doodles was sick and so we couldn't go on our play dates. Where to go with a child who needs to run around? Why, the mall!
Reality: Um, who's the mommy that forgot just because her holiday is over and her shopping was finished in November that others might not be in the same boat? Let's recap. The mall. Four days before Christmas. Four friggin' days before Christmas. Sigh.
Reality: I live in New England. Where it's winter. Take one box of wipes, place in car. You have a solid block of ice wipes. Not so useful anymore.
Good idea: Doodles is starting to speak. So I babble all the time and say, "Can you say [what Mommy just said]?"
Reality: Babbling while paying bills: "Duh, Mom! You need a pen to write the checks. Doodles can you say, 'Duh, Mom'? Uh..."
Good idea: Doodles was sick and so we couldn't go on our play dates. Where to go with a child who needs to run around? Why, the mall!
Reality: Um, who's the mommy that forgot just because her holiday is over and her shopping was finished in November that others might not be in the same boat? Let's recap. The mall. Four days before Christmas. Four friggin' days before Christmas. Sigh.
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