Dear Avery

I PROMISE YOU THAT THERE ARE NO MONSTERS IN YOUR ROOM.  NOT EVEN TEENY TINY ONES UNDER YOUR BED OR IN YOUR CLOSET. 

 

 IT IS SAFE TO SLEEP IN YOUR ROOM…REALLY.  FOR MOMMY’S SANITY, I’LL EVEN INSTALL A SUPERSONIC FORCE FIELD AROUND YOUR ROOM TO PROTECT YOU AND HAVE BUZZLIGHT YEAR STAND GUARD AT THE DOOR.

LOVE,

YOUR EXTREMELY SLEEP DEPRIVED MOMMY WHO DOESN’T WANT TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH ANYMORE

Jay Napier is a whore

I have no idea who this person is but it must be true because it was written on the bathroom wall at the softball park yesterday.  Other words of wisdom I took away with me last night are: 

-Justin Timberlake is bringing sexy back

-If you look up there’s a light

– RS + LK = TLF (aaawwww – gak)

-There’s this thing called a personality, why don’t you go out and buy yourself one.

To My BFF

I am raising a beer to you.  I love you!  You are the bestest friend any person could ask for – funny,  honest, loving and I know you will always have my back, no matter what.

This is for you!  I wish I could hug you in person.

What you looking at?

Today is a preschool day – Avery was dropped off at 8:15 and after coming home to write thank you notes blog, I decided to go to Target.  So I am cruising around, windows down and radio BLASTING – a little Eminem, a little Third Eye Blind, a little Limp Bisket.  And people are staring – then I realize that it’s because of the car seat in the back.  Ok, people, like I would BLAST this music with Avery in the car.  Leave me alone.  I am having ME time.

Besides – she prefers Johnny Cash.

My own little laundry confession (or What’s that smell?)

This is what people see the minute the walk into my house and look directly up the stairs….how can 3 people generate so much freaking laundry in just 3 days?????

And just a little while ago, I ventured to the basement to find the Skinny Jeans.  Huh?  What is that smell?  Monday is my laundry day, and I washed some clothes – then got sick and left a basket of wet clothes next to the washer.  Why were there wet clothes?  Because I constantly forget to take stuff out of the dryer and fold it right away (that’s for you Shannie) and I must fluff 18 times before I remember to fold it.  So, I fluffed and did the swaparoo with the stuff in the washer.  And then left it.  EW! YUCK! 

And there is my own sad little laundry confession….please don’t tell anyone!