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Posted on February 7, 2011 by

No, I’ll never forget. But we need a good therapist.

Hello, Monday! You suck! But I’m not in jail, which is where the Pterodactyl tried to put me over the weekend. He called 911 because we made him leave a restaurant. I mean, not in the middle of dinner or anything, but afterwards, when it was time to go. He banged his head into my Read More

Posted on March 12, 2010 by

An incomplete breakfast doesn’t include this

This morning, the children woke up happily at 7 am and enjoyed a healthy breakfast of whole grain wheat toast, scrambled eggs and orange juice, then proceeded to the car in an orderly fashion to make sure that the Diva didn’t miss the school bus. BWAAHAHAHA! That has never happened. What actually happened is that Read More

Posted on January 31, 2010 by

Lemon-sucking, floor-cleaning, and other domestic chores

This morning at 6:54, the Tyrant marched into our bedroom and said, “Dad, take me potty.” So Husband took her potty. Then she crawled into bed with us and made me scratch her back. After the back-scratching I got her a sippy cup with milk, took out the dog, made the coffee, took the Tyrant Read More

Posted on December 20, 2009 by

It’s my birthday, and I’ll cry if I want to.

Today is my birthday. Hot Firefighter Husband served me my annual birthday breakfast of a slightly uncooked cheese omelet, then the kids brought me a recycled Amazon.com box wrapped with newspaper and packing tape. Inside was a brand new pair of men’s slippers from Target. The Pterodactyl had made me a beautiful card with the Read More