Taking a vacation to the city in which you already live is a great way to cut back on using our environmental resources (thank you, Chase, for that brilliant Al Gore-like observation).
When you give your husband the camera and you are at the pool, do not be surprised that he takes about 4,000 shots of your cleavage.
And only three of the children swimming.
Going back to the dentist because you are still having pain six weeks after she re-did every filling in your mouth will really make you ANGRY.
Having her smugly ask why you waited so long will make you want to kick her really hard in the leg as you scream, "BECAUSE I HATE THE DENTIST, YOU...DENTIST!"
Practicing self-control and not actually doing that is a really good idea.
Hearing that your sister-in-law just had healthy twin girls will make you oh, so happy for her (and make you oh, so glad to be you).
The worst words ever uttered at two o'clock in the morning are, "Mom...I just threw up on the floor and I don't feel berry good." (One guess as to who said it?)
When it is nearing Father's Day and your husband's birthday (both within a few days of each other), he will begin campaigning for a cake every weekend in honor of his awesome self.
The children will heartily jump on that bandwagon and begin begging for CAKE! MOM! CAKE!
You will probably be forced to give in and make a few cakes in spite of YOUR awesome self.
Favorite thing this week: Husband's thoughtfulness at the airport when he snagged you some dishy magazines for your weekend reading pleasure (which is most certainly why he will get his precious cakes).
Stie's Thoughts
Welcome! I am Christie, a wife, mother, and diet coke addict. I write to remember the gift that is my life. I wear diamond shoes, complain frequently, and wish desperately that my babies would stop growing up so fast.
“You’re all too self-absorbed to pay any attention to me!”
