Today I have felt snippy. Poor behavior.
My children have taken to playing baby. This entails screaming and whining. Then when I ask them to stop... okay, let's be honest: Then when I snippily tell them to stop they say:
"It's not me, it's the baby."
By the end of the day I was threatening to throw all the babies in the garbage.
Great. I am a parenting queen, I tell you what.
Right now Justin is buying me a Butterfinger Shake. He called to tell me that today was "free fries with your milkshake day".
I am so glad.
I have tried to write a post all day, but I felt too snippy to do so.
But at least you all got to look at a cute picture of GQ.
And at least I get free fries.
With fry sauce.
I leave you with this excellent poem by The Pioneer Woman which describes me to a LARGE T on my snippy day, complete with tongue in cheek:
I'm a dull weed
Choking the spirit of my garden cohabitants
With my prickly shoots.
I hate.
I hate much.
I love although I hate.
My children whither in my noxious shade
Because I won't let them use glitter.
They dream.
They dream much.
Of sparkly planets with glitter moms and painting with their many digits.
Dream on, losers.
Ree, The Pioneer Woman
4 comments:
We all have those days! But I must say that is the cutest picture of GQ yet!
That baby is adorable!
I had a snippy day, too.
Those days are what Neil Gaiman's book, Coraline is all about, I think. A child horror-story defense of normal parents who won't let their child use glitter (so to speak) but who are so much better than the button-eyed, fake, scary parents. It's tempting some days to say, "Oh, yeah? Well, it could be worse! I could have button eyes!"
I love the poem, too. Perfect.
I have a giant purple tool box full of glitter next to my desk. Every color - red, pink, blue, green, silver, you name it, I have it.
Today I am making sparkling glittery fun foam candy. Maybe I should have E over?
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