So over on Wife of a Sailor, Wife posts questions for other bloggers to answer on their own military spouse blogs. (Still with me so far?) And since I forgot my new horror novel in the car, I thought this might be fun to fill out instead of getting ready for bed. Sub job tomorrow!
1. My plans for Labor Day included ZUMBA AND CHILLIN’ AT HOME, but what really happened was…
both of the above and a nap for me! My sleeping habits have been really weird lately. Even when I don’t
b) have caffeine
c) lay on the couch all day, and/or
d) drink alcohol
I still can’t get to sleep. I suspect it’s because I’ve started to turn off the A/C at night so we shall see how cranky I am tomorrow.
2. Call me crazy, but sometimes I just need to…
cry and let it all out. Sometimes I just need to take a nap usually after a regretfully carby lunch. Or in my case today, a Twinkie. Aaargh! But I accept full responsibility for my actions. I regret not eating a BETTER carby thing like a Scotchmellow from See’s Candies. Oh, you know which ones I’m talking about!
3. One of the funniest things I’ve seen lately is…
our dogs wrestling. Our big dog Buddy recently grew out of his puppy phase and we have recently added a chihuahua mix puppy to the family. She hasn’t gotten the hang of potty training but she’s a fiesty little nut and we all love her.
Oh geez. I meant HOUSEBROKEN. Dumbass.
4. It’s strange, but LISTENING TO PARENTS GIVE IN TO THEIR CHILDREN drives me crazy while KID NOISE IN GENERAL, EVEN SCREAMING, is perfectly fine with me!
Don’t get mad because my husband and I are guilty of this (although him more than me) but I cannot stand kids who whine until they get their way. Also, I abhor when children are disrepectful and/or lack any manners whatsoever.
Case in point: We met a friend and her kids for bowling the other day. She was babysitting a kid in our neighborhood (in case you’re wondering, YES, THE KID WHO ASKED MY KIDS WHY THEY ATE FRUIT EVERYDAY) and when she told him it was time to go soon and reminded him to turn in his prize tickets, he stomped his foot and walked away.
I told my friend, “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me if any of my children do that to you.”
She said, “No, your children would NEVER do that. Please tell me–”
I cut her off, “Same here. Your kids wouldn’t do that.”
And my kids wonder they can’t play outside unless I’m sitting out on the front porch. Just because your kids are old enough to play outside by themselves, it doesn’t mean they should!
Okay, rant over. Sorry ’bout that!
5. One, two, buckle my shoe… three, four…
Get your brother or sister to help you!