Yesterday when I got home from work I ran about setting up my little mitten storage project to share with you. Once I got it figured out I set about taking a picture while I still had a little bit of daylight left, and I even thought ahead and had put the camera batteries in the charger the night before. Seriously? Who do I think I am being so organized?
Exactly. Who do I think I am to think being organized in my house was something that could ever be achieved?
I noticed there was only one battery in the charger, and the other one was staring up at me from under the floor grate (along with a couple of Nerf darts, a plastic food french fry, plastic army men and 85 pounds of dog fur). So I asked the small mister "What the heck? Did you do this?" - but imagine this being said by a woman who would honestly mark herself quite a few rungs lower than Mary Poppins on the patience meter. Quite a few.
"Yes" says the small mister "I was playing a trick!" he calls over his shoulder as he runs away making "pew pew pew" noises at the bad guy du jour. "I'm so funny!" he yells.
"I'm not laughing!" I reply back at him, deciding in that moment that I am not reaching into that floor vent... what about the mouse?
"Well, I am!!" He giggles past me on his next lap through the house.
So on that note I really would like to recommend this wine and this book to my fellow mothers of future men. Have a nice afternoon!