Monday, February 16, 2009

Notes To Self

Notes to Self:

1) Pay attention to youngest daughter running around with a pencil. Chances are she’s doing some graffiti on the wall and/or furniture.

2) You should have learned your lesson with your young delinquent SATURDAY when she took a red sharpie marker to the coffee table.

3) Buy more Magic Erasers.

4) If a solicitor comes to the door offering to clean your carpets for free and you decline, it’s pretty much a guarantee that someone (ahem… oldest daughter) will dump an entire mug of hot chocolate on the carpet.

5) Pay attention to where you put the METAL baking pan on the counter. If you put it near the “Tot Lock” magnet for the kitchen cabinet doors, it WILL stick to the bottom of the pan. Said magnet will NOT survive being in the oven at 425 F for 15 minutes.

6) The day you decide to “be tough” (ha, I just typed DOUGH… hmmm… Freudian slip, maybe) with your diet is the day your kids BEG you to bake blueberry coffee cake and there’s an Ace of Cake’s marathon on the Food Network Channel.

7) Stop ignoring the weird smell in the upstairs hall bathroom.

8) No matter how hard you try, you will not understand the game that Mouse comes up involving a family of giraffe’s that hatch out of eggs, eat fish and fly away.

9) Your chances of winning a game of Candy Land are almost always thwarted 4 squares before the end by the stupid skinny Candy Cane guy.

10) Your kids will not settle at night unless they are sung a personalized version of Raffi’s Morning Town Train song, and will stay up an hour after bedtime (done by Daddy who does NOT sing the song) until you go up and sing the song. Then they will promptly fall asleep.

11) If you’re sitting down the first time all day and want to try watch a tv show, that will be the moment that your loving children decide to hang off of you, play with your hair, have a tickle fight on your lap and generally make pain’s of themselves rendering any relaxation impossible.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Watch the pencil thing. I am still finding artistic renderings on my walls by someone who shouts "It wasn't me" Although the boy does not write much; I can decipher his handwriting. But it is hard to tell when such artistry was created.
Pencil only so far. Marker on the photo globe! Still there by the way.

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