On my way to the cupboard, I felt my foot step on something cold and squishy "I just stepped in oatmeal."
Dave, who is always trying to hijack my blog, replied, "That sounds like a blog post."
"I don't think there is much to say about stepping in oatmeal," I had replied.
"Sure there is," Dave said. He continued on, "Just add an exclamation point. 'I just stepped in oatmeal!' And then write 'Nobody told me this would come with motherhood. And you know what else they didn't tell me would come with motherhood? Bitchiness."
Oh hot damn.
Getting Ella's hair done for school, she told me I was not allowed to take her to school today unless my hair and make-up was done. "My teachers will laugh and I will be embarrassed."
Andi, staring at a corner of the kitchen that collects dirt, squatted down and said "EWWWWW!" Apparently my cleaning ability leaves something to be desired...in a one-year-old.
Sophia had nothing to say...she was too tired from the night before, having spent half of it going between my room and hers "I'm scared of the dark."