Um... let me explain...
I was going to start dinner early, but when I was folding a bit of laundry, J-man said, "Mom would you play 'iniana jones on the wii with me?"
And I know I don't play that game well and I did try to talk him out of it. "Mommy doesn't do so well at that game. Are you sure you don't want to just talk or maybe read a book?" And he turned those big blue eyes at me and said, "We can talk while we play 'iniana jones'."
So I started playing Indiana Jones on the Wii with J-man. Then Uncle Kicks-butt texted to let me know that he was ready for me to harvest the cabbages on his farm on Farm Town on Facebook -- and I needed the farm town cash - so I hopped on and harvested the cabbages...and made about 10k in coins.
Then we went back to playing the game - and we had to have Mini-Me come help us with a few spots but we finally managed to get to that level. Then we quit because I had told him I needed to go start dinner -- so I went to the kitchen and saw the counter all nice and clean and remembered that I wanted to wash Mini-e's hair and get rid of the sticky she seems to randomly get in her hair. That didn't take long, really. but then she wanted a bath.
So I ran the bath water and added bubbles -- but the bath mat was still wet from yesterday and was beginning to REALLY stink so I had to wash it. To do that though, I had to cycle the laundry through. In the mean time, the boys wanted koolaid - but to get the koolaid made I had to wash the skillet that I had put to soak in the sink. Then I had to get Mini-E dressed because she really only wanted a 5-minute bath which is really just a waste of water, I know - but it made her happy.
*Deep breath*
And that's why you're home and I haven't started dinner yet.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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6 comments:
Burger King? :o)
It is so freeing to find someone else who I can totally follow their thought process. I completely understood the whole thing. I do that all the time and it drives my Knight crazy but now I can tell him I am not alone.
:)
If you give a mouse a cookie . . .
Ha!!! Sounds just like soemthig I'd tell Not-So-Classic.
In your defense, I usually give in if big blue eyes look at me earnestly.
Or sad brown puppy dog eyes, in my son's case. I'm weak, what can I say?
And I can totally relate to where it went from there!
Peace and Laughter!
Cristina
did you end up with a hot meal or not?
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