We recently attended our niece's first birthday party. Amid the throng of relatives, the birthday girl's mother began shouting, "Excuse me, everyone. Can everyone please gather around? We have an announcement to make." She and her husband waited patiently as we gathered around.
Exciting thoughts went through my head, "Are they having another baby? Already? Did they win the lottery? The Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes? Will they share?"
As these hopeful (and, yeah, greedy) thoughts went through my head, she announced to everyone, "We wanted to let you all know that.... the sewer's backed up, so don't flush the toilet."
That flushed away all the thoughts in my head.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Start of a Bad Day,, & Recycle and Reduce, but Don't Reuse!
You know it's going to be a bad day when...
You know it's going to be a bad day when the high temperature for the day is 30 degrees (so there won't be any playing outside), there's a no-running-in-the-house rule, and at 8:15 you hear from the play room, "You can't catch me". Then, "Oh, yes, I can!" Thump, thump, thump, thump.......
Accompanied by another conversation:
"Mine!". "My turn!". "Mine!". "My turn!". "Mine!". "My turn!". "Mine!". "My turn!"
Followed by a chorus of crying, a round of tattling, and the smell of poopy diapers.
Overheard conversation from the kitchen table:
Accompanied by another conversation:
"Mine!". "My turn!". "Mine!". "My turn!". "Mine!". "My turn!". "Mine!". "My turn!"
Followed by a chorus of crying, a round of tattling, and the smell of poopy diapers.
Overheard conversation from the kitchen table:
Child #1 -"Pick up the toy I dropped. It's over there"
Child #2 - "I don't see it there".
Child #1 - "No, not there. The other over there".
Recycle and Reduce, but don't Reuse!
Remember last post I mentioned how we try not to reuse the dishcloths because I'm never sure just where they've been? I had walked out of the bathroom to find Andrew cleaning up some spilled milk.
This week I walked out of the bathroom to find 3 yr. old Gracie hanging a dish towel on the oven door handle. She watched me out of the corner of her eyes with her eyebrows lifted and a you-don't-see-me-I'm-just-innocently-putting-this-towel-on-here look on her face. Seems she spilled milk on the floor also, and decided she could clean it up, and I'd never know. And I wouldn't have!
Now we're definitely not reusing dish towels either! I'm thinking I need a secret hidden camera in the kitchen for the 2 minutes a day I'm in the bathroom! Or I could just not go to the bathroom from 7:30a.m. - 5:30 p.m.!
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