After the wonderful outing with my husband on Monday night, things seemed to sorta go down hill. Slowly sloping, OHMYGOSH I cannot forget about this and this and this THIS week, woah! wait I'm falling and the hill is getting steeper - OUCH!
That ouch would be when my darling 3-year old hit me square on the back/side of my head with a larger plastic "gun" that some other kid brought to soccer practice.
Oh well. Nothing 4 Advil and 2 LARGE glasses of wine can't fix.
You know, until your husband texts you to say he's working late again tonight and the 5-year old is WIRED FOR SOUND.
"Did I even eat dinner???"
Tomorrow IS Friday, yes?
Also, I wrote a post I am not sure I can publish. Which I am pretty certain, in my almost 6 years of blogging, has never happened before.
But then I see I have 71 posts in my drafts.
Guess I couldn't publish those either.
(that was random)
Tonight I went from almost saying a REALLY BAD four-letter word in front of all the other soccer moms and their kids to watching my 5 year old practice his nursery rhymes that he will perform at his very first school program tomorrow...
I will sit in a WAY-to-small-to-accommodate-my-butt sized chair and smile from ear to ear as he recites his two rhymes. (you should hear him. It's too perfectly cute, really). And he will smile back as proud as a peach.
Now just as long as I don't forget to bring the cookies and cups and napkins I signed up to bring.
Pray for me.
Why YES! , she IS really cute when not trying to severely injure
me with a plastic dart gun!
Okay I know, most of you are probably reading this while I am at G's program or when it is already over.
Don't worry, it went fine... And I remembered.
(probably because I reminded myself on my blog)