Dude. DUDE. This is so true.
At least, that was the first thought to pop into my head once I had completed my fit of hysterical laughter.
I could totally see Ursala saying this.
Simple, to the point, and honest. That’s my girl! :)
(source: Cheezeburger)
Sandwich crusts, pizza crusts, crusty pieces of unidentifiable charcoal-y chunks of something that fell off the food that was grilled… this is the fate of moms.
Not a particularly terrible fate, however, if you’re a carb lover like me. (And a fan of burnt chicken skin, but, really, that’s another story.)
Either way, I find many a crust entering my life nowadays. :)
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
LOVE this!
And would love it more if it worked…. hmmm… gonna go bake a pie now….
(source)
I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this.
Part of the reason I know this is, waaaaay back before I had kids, I used to live in an apartment with a shared laundry room. I never ceased to be amazed at how often I’d go down to the basement and discover clothes in the washer or dryer that appeared as if they’d been there for days. I never understood this.
Until I had kids.
Now this sort of thing happens more often than I’d like to admit.
True, as long as there are clean clothes to wear, laundry takes a back seat to, well, just about anything else… until I go to wash (and then dry) another load, and I have to casually turn the dryer back on to get rid of those multiple-day-old wrinkles.
No one will ever know…
Sunday, September 29th, is National Coffee Day!
To celebrate this necessary, addictive, complicated, comforting, sweet, perfect nectar of life, here are a few eCards that will hopefully bring a smile to your coffee buzz!
(photos: cup of coffee, someecards)
I should be ashamed to admit this, but, really, I’m not.
I mean, it’s something I sometimes do so people won’t think I didn’t bother to change out of my pajamas, even though I’m playing with my kids in the front yard and it’s nearly dinner time.
But … yeah. Some days I don’t bother changing out of my pajamas.
And some days I don’t even have time to notice that I haven’t changed out of my pajamas.
You can’t really blame me, though, since my PJs mostly consist of Gilligan & O’Malley shorts and pants from Target and either tank tops or well-loved, old t-shirts. So, when I’m running around after two active toddlers, sometimes I’m just too comfortable to interrupt exploring the world with my children to do something useless and troublesome like putting on “presentable” clothes.
So if I bother putting on a bra for you, you’d better feel privileged.
It’s been this kind of a week:
So I think I’ll do some relaxing this weekend. Relax my brain. Rejuvenate it.
You know, drink some good coffee…
curl up with an amazing book…
watch some of my favorite movies…
during which I’ll probably fall asleep on the couch…
but that’s okay, because at least I’ll…
and that’s wonderful. Because lately I’ve found that dreams can sustain us. Our goals are part of what make us who we are.
And I love making my dreams come true.
Even if I need to take a day off to relax. And fall asleep with a good book in my lap. :)
Has it already been a week since my last post?
Guess life has been keeping me busy. Most of it is an exciting-busy: starting up my new real estate business. But, unfortunately, there has also been some stressful-busy, pretty much all divorce-related.
Which brings me to chocolate.
When I think of stress, I think of chocolate. Is it just me? Be honest…
Anyway, chocolate also comes in handy about once a month, which is what this Momism references. The main problem with this, is that sometimes us moms NEED chocolate. But that would make our kids hyper. Just before bedtime. Which is never good.
So sometimes we hide things. Not because we’re greedy. Because we’re busy. And stressed. And we need some sort of outlet for that stress so that we can pretend to be sane in front of our kids.
Chocolate is one of those outlets.
{{{This was originally posted at roamingrosie.blog.com, but I’ve since transferred my blog here}}}
This is the type of thing I didn’t used to think was possible. It’s amazing what types of changes in perception you gain as you become a parent.
Especially with a toddler and a newborn at the same time.
I’ve had two kids for over a year and a half now, but when I say things like, “I’m lucky I remember my own name,” I actually mean it.
{{{This was originally posted at roamingrosie.blog.com, but I’ve since transferred my blog here}}}
Yeah … I used to know the words to grown-up songs.
Now my life is consumed with kid songs.
Sometimes that’s okay, like when my 3-year-old spontaneously bursts into the ABC Song, while her younger sister dances along. I love that they love that song.
But one day, after repeated requests from my daughter to sing the words to the Dinosaur Train or Doc McStuffins songs, I found that those were the only songs I could remember the words to.
Granted, since then I’ve incorporated more songs into our repertoire, but I still find myself randomly chanting, “Yo ho – let’s go!”
It’s a common hazard of motherhood. :)
{{{This was originally posted at roamingrosie.blog.com, but I’ve since transferred my blog here}}}
Roaming Rosie 