Today we marked our seventh celebration of an annual tradition - the Picture Day Meltdown.
We did get out the door fully dressed, but there had been much yelling, some tears, and I was in a full-body sweat by the time I got in the car.
After school, one of the girls passionately declared: "Mummy! When I get older and live on my own, every day when I get home I'm going to whip off my pants and sit on the couch and watch TV."
I'm sure a Tiger Mother would have something to say about that, but I just thought "Damn, that sounds like a good life goal."
But the good news is, tonight I went to the gym for the first time in months!
Right after I ate four slices of pizza for dinner.
I was going to type 'thin crust pizza' in that sentence AS IF THAT FREAKING MATTERS.
So I ate the pizza, and shortly after, as one is wont to do in that situation, I cut some heat.
DH: "Did you just fart?"
Me: "Yes. It's.....not good."
DH: "It's not going to be good for the other people at the gym, that's for sure."
No comments:
Post a Comment