Helllllllloooooooo Friday! Welcome back. I knew I should have written this post last night when the world's biggest wiggle worm was making a playpen of my uterus. Next time I'll know not to eat 4 or 11 Reese Cups an hour before bed. Baby + Sugar = No sleep for Momma. As I laid on my side, I think the Baby was using the bed for leverage to push himself off and bang into my ribs.
Fun.
I thought several times about dragging myself out of bed and writing this post so it would be all sparkly and ready for your eyes this morning, but that would have required effort and, quite frankly, I enjoy laying in the bed way too much.
So, here is this week's Das Not Funny! Friday for you. I sure hope it is all you ever dreamed it would be or at least half of that.
Before Thanksgiving, my step-dad and I took the kids to eat at a restaurant in town. It just so happens that our amazingly, remarkable, college aged babysitter works at said restaurant. When I told the kids that we were going to Miss Amanda's work to have dinner it sparked 72 kinds of squeals and hand clapping. But, Elizabeth's comments took the cake.
"Mom? Why are we going to there? I thought you made money when you worked?"
"You do honey, " I responded, "and Miss Amanda works there and makes money there."
"She works at the restaurant? For money? I thought that she worked in a box office and didn't do anything all day just like Daddy does."
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Earlier this week, during nap...
Lucas (standing outside his door, whispering): "Mom! Come here!"
Me (whispering in an agitated tone): "Yes Buddy?"
Lucas (whispering, still): "Turn dat wite on!"
Me (turning on the hall light and growing increasingly frustrated): "What do you need Bud?"
Lucas (pulling down his pants and continuing to whisper): "Wook at my peenus Mom! It's...."(insert decsriptive language about his body that I should probably not share with the internet).
Me (almost speechless at his very precise description): "Lucas, pull your pants up and go lay down and go to sleep."
Lucas (still whispering): "I was sweepin' Momma."
Me (stifling giggles): "Based on what you just told me, I don't think your eyes were closed in there. Now go!"
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Lucas was playing in his room one afternoon quite peacefully. I see Ashlee walk over to the doorway of his room and I hear the following conversation.
"Woocus say, 'Ashwee you wanna come pway wif me?'" Ashlee asserts.
"Ashwee, you wanna come pway wit me?" Lucas says obediently.
"No kanks," Ashlee responds, "I'm weal we busy wif my toys."
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Yesterday, we were leaving Community Bible Study and I asked all 3 big kids if anyone needed to go potty. Naturally the answer was a choral "No!"
I knew better.
Not 5 minutes down the road Elizabeth states that she needs to pee "right at this moment."
"I'm sorry honey. Can you hold it until we get home? I can't stop and take you all in to the bathroom."
"Nooooooooooo! I'm gonna pee now!" she wails.
I pull over and find an alternate solution. Not the side of the road or a Quick Mart. A size 4 Luvs diaper securely placed on the bottom of my 5.5 year old. Relief for us both came quickly, as did the giggles that she was using a diaper.
Well, that's it. If you'd like to play along, simply write your own Das Not Funny! Friday post, then enter your info in MckLinky. Super easy. Y'all have a great weekend. I'm praying our Christmas tree makes an appearance this weekend but I'm not holding my breath. Instead, I'm going to go find that bag of Reese Cups and see if I can't polish them off before tonight. I think setting attainable goals for yourself is so important.
