The evenings are hectic and when Joe’s not home, all I think about is what I need to do to survive the next two hours.
1) I think about what I want for dinner. Then I remember that drinking is not a socially acceptable protein for a Tuesday night.
Well, the chaos tonight was probably one of the worst. Here is one example of my night…
“Hey mommy! Mommy! I can’t hear the ocean in my seashell!” -Emily
“Oh baby, you need to put the seashell up to your ear… not your butt.” -me
Yeah… I don’t know if we are going to aim for an ivy league school at this point in time.
Until next time,
Let me pull a cabana boy, a drink with a pink umbrella and the white sands of an exotic location out of my ass.