Damn Dishes! (Pardon my damn French)

I don't take it back, that's really how I feel about it. 

Once again I find myself wearing my favorite "Ignore it" goggles. (You know, the ones that make everything I SHOULD be doing invisible so that I can do the things I SHOULDN'T be doing instead) Don't get me wrong, I take cleaning VERY seriously... on the rare occasion that I actually do it. But for some reason when the dishes get so high that they start spilling out of the sink and onto either side of the counter it becomes a task that is LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE. (And if you think I'm using the CAPS LOCK a little freely maybe you don't really understand how CAPS LOCK I feel about those STUPID dishes) I'm starting to consider seriously the repercussions of throwing them all away and just buying new ones...

I just want to sit comfortably on my cushy couch (ignore skillfully the cracker crumbs from the kids snack which the ants seem to have discovered), eat tasty pastries with names like "Cheese Danish" and "Cherry Tart", watch some dreamy blue eyed, blond haired, make me giggle he's so hot "Mentalist" and pretend that the kids aren't fighting in the other room. I don't really think I'm asking so much.

I'm a flexible person though, so I would also settle for a maid/chef/babysitter/mentalist.

So... maybe I'm not that flexible.

"I wonder, I wonder..."

Listening to the husband sing sleeping beauty to Sofia when she is sick...

BEST. MOMENT. EVER.

My Beautiful Girls

From here on out...

Henceforth I shall judge no one who has a maid. In fact I envy you! I think about you as I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing arduously at the soap scum in my shower, I marvel at your financial savvy to have worked one into your budget. I want one!!!! Thats right. I said it! And why should I be ashamed of it?

SOMEONE TO DO YOUR CLEANING FOR YOU!!!!! When you really sit down and think about it, Its kind of stupid NOT to have one.

Don't want to clean your own grime and filth? HIRE A MAID!!! (They have those you know)

Seriously?

Stumbled across this little gem the other day, it was labeled "Corset Distortion"

The things we do...

My Boy...

Alright, so you may or may not be wondering why he is only holding on with two fingers. The reason is this: Unbeknown to me, roughly about four years ago I gave birth to a Dinosaur. Not just any Dinosaur (though it changes depending on the day) but a Tyranosaurus Rex. These days he responds with roars, not words (even though anybody who spends time with him knows he doesn't have trouble with words) and he is often hunched over with two fingers out and ready to attack at any given moment. When you ask him what he wants to be when he grows up, he responds simply: "Just a Dinosaur." He walked almost the entire day at Disneyland with only those fingers out, which I have to say is serious dedication.

And with that kind of commitment, who knows... maybe he will be a Dinosaur when he grows up!

I think I should re-name this blog title to read: "Hey, how stupid am I!"