This week I’m writing over at Esther Emery’s place on MESS! Here’s a teaser… head over to read the rest, and then link up with us!
Once upon a time, my children had a Cheese Fight.
This was back in the days of tiny babies and no extra energy to be found and so I did something that shames me even now, I bought bags of pre-grated cheese, poison preservatives and all. I was tired, okay? And I had babies that never let me put them down, so how exactly was I supposed to grate my own cheese?
Anyway, one evening Brandon was working late and I was out in the garage where our washer and dryer are located. If memory serves, I was actually doing laundry, which was obviously my first mistake. As a result of what came next, I now happily let my laundry pile up to Everest levels and then and only then, I beg my husband to do it.
So, there I was. Feeling pretty darn Super Mom-ish, switching clothes to the dryer before they sat so long that the mildew scent forced me to wash them again (and again). After I had completed this domestic task, I wandered back into my dimly lit house where my children were supposed to be watching yet another episode of Phineas and Ferb, only to be greeted by a sound that was most definitely not the awesome theme music of that hilarious (for adults too!) cartoon, but by shrieks and maniacal laughter from the five-year-old and three-year-old. The baby was sobbing. You’d cry too if you had cheese bits stuck to your head…
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