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Monthly Archives: May 2016
They Will Never Tear Us Aparty
“Let’s have people over,” I said. “It will be fun,” I said. So we headed into the holiday weekend with 2 other couples and their 4 combined children due to arrive at our house Monday afternoon for kids’ water fun … Continue reading
Posted in life, Parenting, Uncategorized
Tagged Clark W Griswold, introvert, La Marseillaise, party, puking, sweat
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Amazonics Anonymous
My name is Laura, and I’m an Amazon Prime addict. It’s been 22 hours and 20 minutes since my last purchase (not counting what’s waiting in my cart right now). I started down the dark path of Prime thanks to … Continue reading
This Too Shall Ass
Are any of you lovelies on Instagram? If so, have you experienced the joy of #assholeparents? Essentially it’s a profile/ hashtag dedicated to sharing pictures of young children absolutely losing their shit when something utterly ridiculous happens, like when they … Continue reading
Never Let Them See You Threat
Last night about an hour before bedtime, Stella came walking out into the living room from her room. She was obviously – and I mean obviously – hiding something behind her back. Her hands were cupped behind her back and … Continue reading
Pepe le Pew Pew
Little boys are something. At least mine is. You can always see the gears turning. Maybe that’s why he is obsessed with gears. And don’t you know I’m paying the price for showing him I can make gears out of … Continue reading
Mt. St. Melons
On Friday afternoon, I picked Stella up early from her final day of kindergarten with the Harpy. The plan was that she and I would head home, finish packing for our camping trip, and wait for Will and the Dude … Continue reading
Posted in life, Parenting, Uncategorized
Tagged ADHD, camping, Cards Against Humanity, Game of Thrones, Japan Crate, puke
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Fun Friday, Four Facts Survey
I was nominated to participate in a survey by a fellow blogger, Anxious Mom . Since she’s always shown me lots of blog love, and since I’m exhausted by the demonic weather we had rumble through last night, I figured … Continue reading
And Then There Was Won
One day of school left. I feel like Andy Dufresne coming out of the sewer pipes of Shawshank. We have been delivered. That being said, while I am celebrating the end of this year, I am also immensely grateful that … Continue reading
Everybody Dirts
Kids = dirt and filth. It’s an unmistakable fact. Despite this, I try to only bathe them every other day. I just hate bathing them. Even though it’s a bit better since I started separating them, it’s still damn messy. … Continue reading