My little one is obsessed with food coloring. He thinks it makes everything more palatable, so he uses it a lot. As you can imagine, he's made quite a mess. Yesterday I wanted to avoid the mess so I offered to do it for him. Mistake. He'd left the blue food coloring partially open the last time he used it, so when I pulled it out, one single drop escaped down the side, right onto my thumb. Which is, of course, very blue now.
I am going to refuse to explain this to anyone at work today. Gotta keep some kind of mystery.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Today is ...
not my day, that's what.
After running late to take the kids to school, the little one forgets his lunch. The older one was ratted out by his teacher for having his head down all through math class. I find there is a spot right in front of my left boob on this once pristine shirt - but I find it after I've already left the house. Then I find there's a hole in the sleeve under my right arm, so I'm wearing a sweater all day. well, I guess I was wearing one to cover the spot anyway.
It's the first day of school for my spring semester, maybe that's why I feel like there are dodos chasing me around and chanting, "doom on you... doom on you...."
After running late to take the kids to school, the little one forgets his lunch. The older one was ratted out by his teacher for having his head down all through math class. I find there is a spot right in front of my left boob on this once pristine shirt - but I find it after I've already left the house. Then I find there's a hole in the sleeve under my right arm, so I'm wearing a sweater all day. well, I guess I was wearing one to cover the spot anyway.
It's the first day of school for my spring semester, maybe that's why I feel like there are dodos chasing me around and chanting, "doom on you... doom on you...."
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