I was standing in my kitchen, making Honey’s lunch to take to work. I was looking down the barrel of the mustard bottle, squeezing ever so gently, hoping that I could maybe dislodge the hardened mustard from the spout. (Yeah, you all see where this is going now, right?) Well, apparently my brain kicked in right before the moment of impact but still just a moment too late. UP spurted the mustard, all over my face and forehead. Uh-huh. I’m a moron.
I don’t know if this is a blessing or a curse. But since it’s a weekend, the kids are at home (can anyone direct me pleeeze to all day, year-round seven days a week, school?) When the kids are home, the baby won’t nap, thus I end up with a crabby, hateful Peanut. I love my Peanut, I really do… but I am not sure who to throw first when he won’t sleep, the kids who make noise or the sleep-deprived baby. Anyway, it’s now 5:45 P.M. and he is sleeping.
OF COURSE HE’S SLEEPING. Bed time is at 9 P.M.
I swear… they all hate me.