I Know Where The Little Socks Go

  I have to make this quick.  I’m being watched. Last week, as part of a “staycation” I was taking to mourn my 40th birthday, I attempted to tackle a few household chores.  Anyone with small children can tell you that trying to keep the house straightened up is a full-time job in and of itself, mostly due to the fact that said little ones … Continue reading I Know Where The Little Socks Go

Stop Hitting Yourself

  It’s one of the oldest games in the book , “Stop Hitting Yourself”.  For anyone who isn’t familiar (ie: didn’t grow up with brothers or sisters) it’s fairly basic.  You take the hand of your significantly weaker sibling, and then proceed to force them to smack themselves in the face with said hand until such time as the victim’s screaming alerts your parents to the … Continue reading Stop Hitting Yourself

The Twelve Days of Craziness

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, Mommy and Daddy begged for these: 12 Hours for sleeping, 11 Maids-a-cleaning, 10 Amazon Prime orders shipping, 9 Grown-up-movie viewings, 8 Adult beverages chilling 7 Days of no screaming, 6 Chefs to do the cooking, 5 More days off 4 Filled-up flasks 3 Bottles of aspirin 2 Contented kids And an offer to keep them tonight from Grammyyyyyy!! Happy Holidays, Everyone!     Continue reading The Twelve Days of Craziness

Bros

“He may be a jerk, but he’s MY jerk…” – Aristotle I’ll never forget the day Footloose met Roundbottom. It was the day after the little rotund one had made his big debut on this unsuspecting little blue marble we call Earth.  As it turns out, the second delivery was a lot easier than the first, as the little cannonball shot right out with nary an issue … Continue reading Bros