Can't you smell that smell?
Warning, warning!!! This is an all-boy gross out post!
Today was Early Dismissal from school. Even though school gets out only an hour earlier than usual, the boys might as well not go to school as far as what I get accomplished for the day. Mondays and Wednesdays are my work-out days and on ED days, I'm lucky if I get to shower. BUT . . . except for now, I will not mention THAT smell.
My nose has been on high-alert today. Today was an all-out house cleaning day. Not only am I having a PTA meeting (happy hour) tomorrow night, my mother-in-law is coming tomorrow for a visit. So I need to make sure the bathrooms and the kitchen are clean (not that that matters so much.) BBH wet the bed the other night and I had yet to wash his underwear that were laying on his bathroom floor. I must have not been in there since the accident. PEE-YOU-EEE! Into a super bleach wash went all the whites!
School pick-up is at 1:45 p.m. By 1:50, I had to roll down the windows! At least the broccoli that they've been eating is doing what it is supposed to. Now it is TV time and they are snuggled up on the couch -- tooting on each other. And they think it is hysterical. I hate the F word. It's toot in our house. "Beans, beans, the musical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel, so eat your beans at every meal."
As for the big man, he is out of town tonight so I promised the boys they could sleep with me. There will be no lifting of the sheets tonight, if you know what I mean . . .
Today was Early Dismissal from school. Even though school gets out only an hour earlier than usual, the boys might as well not go to school as far as what I get accomplished for the day. Mondays and Wednesdays are my work-out days and on ED days, I'm lucky if I get to shower. BUT . . . except for now, I will not mention THAT smell.
My nose has been on high-alert today. Today was an all-out house cleaning day. Not only am I having a PTA meeting (happy hour) tomorrow night, my mother-in-law is coming tomorrow for a visit. So I need to make sure the bathrooms and the kitchen are clean (not that that matters so much.) BBH wet the bed the other night and I had yet to wash his underwear that were laying on his bathroom floor. I must have not been in there since the accident. PEE-YOU-EEE! Into a super bleach wash went all the whites!
School pick-up is at 1:45 p.m. By 1:50, I had to roll down the windows! At least the broccoli that they've been eating is doing what it is supposed to. Now it is TV time and they are snuggled up on the couch -- tooting on each other. And they think it is hysterical. I hate the F word. It's toot in our house. "Beans, beans, the musical fruit. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel, so eat your beans at every meal."
As for the big man, he is out of town tonight so I promised the boys they could sleep with me. There will be no lifting of the sheets tonight, if you know what I mean . . .
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