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Right now I’d have to add “search and rescue” of the damn pacifiers. GAH!! The whole “no more sleeping in” thing is kind of a drag, too!
Here’s where the division of moms of boys and moms of girls occurs…cleaning up pee EVERYWHERE! I loathe bathroom cleaning (I have 4 boys…need I say more). And I could do without butt-wiping. Oh and washing his face. Why must he resist cleanliness? Why?! I am so with you on the teeth brushing. Why does it have to be so hard?! All I can say is, thank goodness they get a whole new set eventually.
Ugh, the sippy cups. Where the hell do they all go? Oh…I curse the missing sippy cup!! I really do think that is one of the MOST annoying things! And then…days later you’ll watch your innocent 2 year old stroll out of a room with said sippy cup in hand and take a big ole’ swig. I swear they have lives of their own and there is a sippy cup safe house somewhere in my own home.
A mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do and we get it done, but there is nothing worse than a toddler who doesn’t have good aim when they’re vomiting. Seriously. GROSS.
Worst mommy chore: skid marks in Dora panties.
Add to worst chores: crevice cleaning! Seeing as how my youngest is still in diapers, I’ll give you one guess as to my most dreaded mommy chore. And it rhymes with “cleaning up spit.”
I HATE matching socks…hate! I refuse to buy socks though without that bubble paint on the bottom because without it I would be totally clueless as to which socks go to which child. Socks should just be banned. Hate them!
My kids are a few years older than yours and I use mating socks as a punishment. If they do something that warrants a punishment, I issue a “Go get the sock basket!” and then whining and flailing ensue. You would think that I was beating them. It is ridiculous, but the good thing is that the socks get mated and I don’t have to do it. Win/Win!
One time I was with the ex waiting for our car when the valet attendance tried to make small talk in English to the ex. That kid said “So is your wife delicious?”
Mmmm: Chocolate cocker spaniel. I so want a cocker-spaniel sized and shaped chocolate. If there is a giant chocolate dog out there I have to know. And buy it for David. He’d be ecstatic.
I am so going to Google “giant, edible, Cocker Spaniel-shaped hunk of chocolate.” I don’t think I can function until I find one and eat it. All. By. Myself. It’s so nice to have goals…
We all know you can tell a man “cashmere” and he’ll come home with polyester. Well, not Craig. But most men.
Edible dogs and wearable cats. All I’m getting from this is that I don’t think your mom would like me!
My husband has an aunt and uncle with the last name of Bierwagon (pronounced beer-wagon). I was on the phone w/my BFF when the doorbell unexpectedly rang. I said oh it’s the Beirwagons, and my girlfriend in all of her brilliance said, “You guys have a beer wagon?! We only have the ice cream truck!” Priceless!!
No, I wouldn’t have thought of a giant chocolate dog! But then again, I did think you painted sizes with puff paint on the bottom of socks, didn’t I?