Tuesday, September 29, 2009
He thinks he is so big.
Yesterday I was enjoying a nice quiet day...Quinci was napping, girls were at school, and Andrew was at a friends house. While I was enjoying my quiet...someone knocked at my door. It was my neighbor asking me if Andrew was walking down the sidewalk. I told him that it couldn't be Andrew because he was at a friends house, but I looked anyway. It was of course my little guy. When I asked Andrew why he walked home he replied "I need my swim shorts." A minute later the mom of the friend came driving up frantic that she couldn't find Andrew. She had looked all over the place for him. He totally did not understand that it was wrong to walk home. The friends house is about .5 miles or more away and they live on a busy street. I wouldn't let my oldest walk there on her own. He thinks he is so big.
Monday, September 14, 2009
I want to get off work early...
Today has been one of those days when I wish I would have stayed in bed! I woke up at 5:35 so that I could be at the gym by 5:45. After the gym I come home, got ready, and then got the girls off to school. After the girls left for school, I got the other two ready to go to a PTA meeting with me. We arrived right on time. My wonderful children ran all over the place, spilling juice, and eating chocolate doughnuts. When the meeting was finally over, I headed over to the store to buy some chicken. The chicken is on sale right now, so I had to stock up. It only comes in a 40 pound box. When I got home, I discovered I had to separate the chicken, so it wouldn't freeze into a giant 40 pound blob. After the great fun of dealing with raw chicken and all the juice...I started to clean up. Andrew decided he needed something to drink. And of course he couldn't wait for me to get it. That's right he decided to get it himself, and in the process he made the pickle jar, the water pitcher, and the mayo fall to the ground. Pickle juice, water, and glass went everywhere! So now I had chicken juice, pickle juice, glass, and water to clean up. While I am cleaning it all up Quinci is crying because I wont let her in the kitchen. And this all happens before lunch! I want to get off work early!
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