A mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do...

This is the "you wouldn't REALLY show the internet" look...



And see how inconveniently hung those hooks are? So inconvenient that stuff must still be thrown on the floor, even though mom made sure they were hung at kid height.

Sink Faeries?

You ask an almost 13 year old girl to clean up the dishes after dinner and she is counting on these magical creatures to come and finish the last part of the task.

Sadly, the sink faeries did not show up....

She better start waiting for the Abercrombie and Fitch faeries to come and replenish her wardrobe then!

WTH?!

I came down stairs the other morning and this was on the couch.



What is it? you ask. Here's a closer view.



Seriously, what is with these children?

Slippery when wet.

Scene: My bathroom

Knock, knock.

I step out the tub, put my feet on the floor, wrap the towel around me and I open the door.

The Boy - I blah blah blah.
Me - What?
TB - I spilled some water.
Me - Where?
TB - In the kitchen. But I put up a wet floor sign.
Me - Okay.



Of course it wasn't anywhere near the spilled water and you had to walk over the water to get the sign, but hey, he tried.

kitchen disaster

Good thing that I didn't eat at home today...

And yes, that is a cardboard box in my sink.

I think I give up

Perhaps the children will figure out...

They'd better get their room done or Santa will break a leg trying to come in here.

Oh the smell

It is a good thing that the internet is strictly a visual and aural medium...

Otherwise, you might be able to smell my daughter. I suppose you could say it was my fault. I bought her a hooded sweatshirt from Abercrombie & Fitch. And now she wears it day and night... and day and night... and day and night. It reeks, shockingly enough.

The only time that it leaves her body is when she is locked in the shower for a half hour at a time, draining the household of hot water. Leaving the room so foggy that one could slide right off the toilet, if one were actually allowed into the room.

Which I am not.

Why is it, that a girl so obsessed with personal cleanliness then takes, dirty, filthy, stinking clothes and puts them back on her pristine skin? No, really.... I am looking for answers. Can anyone explain it?