Was it the fish food-covered poop in the bathroom? (Don’t ask.)
Or was it the chocolate-scented chapstick applied to the Christmas tree? (“I’m just pretending, Mom!”)
Perhaps it was the “talk to the hand” gesture sent in my direction not once, but twice at the dinner table. (She truly didn’t understand what she was doing with that one.)
Or maybe it was the umpteenth time in a day where I cleaned up spilled water.
Whatever it was, I am a tired mama tonight. Where’s a little Bailey’s when a girl needs it?
4 Comments
karen Nov 28, 2007 5:20 PM
I won’t ask about the fish food poop. However, in case it was a matter of Livia eating the poop I would like to share some words of comfort. I ate copious amounts of fish food as a child and look how I turned out. Does that make you feel better or worse?
Janna Mawhinney Nov 28, 2007 8:26 PM
I hear ya, friend! You need to keep a stash of Bailey’s in the pantry for emergencies. :)
karen Nov 28, 2007 9:39 PM
Woah…I just realized I wrote “eating the poop” instead of “eating the fish food”. Please note the clarification :)
RT Nov 29, 2007 8:01 AM
Ha, Karen! Now you’ve got me laughing out loud…
Janna, I think I need to hear tales from your house! Surely your boys are giving you interesting stories these days. : )