Soooo, we caved and purchased an official bunk bed. It is pretty sweet, not going to lie. If I wasn’t of odd porportions and water buffalo-ish, I might climb up there and give B a snuggle just so I could live the dream. But it is what it is and we have squeezed our boo’s goodnight and 1.5 hours later we have one jumping of the top bunk playing superman, and Weeman coming to the top of the stairs telling me he’s ‘hooongry’. Chad and I are both too tired to make another trip up there and threaten their piggy banks away, so I think we have silently agreed to ignore them and hope for the best. Now that right there is some noteworthy parenting.
On the crafting front, I am so darn proud of myself for so not so perfectly painting the frames of 2 big old bulletin boards. Well, some masking tape would have done me good, but just so I don’t get too down on myself, black looks better than metal. And it is one thing I can mark off my 713 item to do list. Yay me.
Category: little Stink
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A bunk bed story.
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My spawn
are the joy of my life. Very rarely do I get embarrassed, especially by my little peeps. EXCEPT today. Today, they wrecked me. I won’t go into the adventures of playing trains and superman while trying to shower and get out of the house, but I will say, it was dramatic. Today’s FAIL was my fault of course-expecting them to function normally at the doctors which is now Kaiser. (which is a joyful experience in itself). So we check in, immediately the boys start playing owl running and hooting all over the lobby while flapping their arms. We caught everyone’s attention, and they weren’t smiling. Not even a pity grin. Then we moved on to melting down over the buttons at the elevators. You would have thought I cut someone’s arm off. Apparantly there are NEVER enough buttons. And no button is as fun as the bright red one that says alarm. After that display, we go to the doctors where they are threatened to stay in the 3×3 area I have assigned with my imaginary line/ rope. They did pretty well. B tatoo’d his leg with 99 cent store markers, and I am hoping it comes off without me busting out the ajax. All is going ok during the appointment, until the doc has me lose the chonies to do an, {clears throat} invasive ultrasound. 3 minutes in, B announces as he is dancing holding his wee wee he is going to pee himself. The doc was scared, it was awkward.
The appointment abrubtly ended and I learned a valuable lesson: taser guns are way underrated.
The bright side? I am sure Kaiser is thankful I provided complimentary birth control for everyone who witnessed the glory of what went down today. Even if 80% of the people are 30 years past the option of reproduction.
