Let’s get ready to RUMBLE!

Woke up this morning in Boy #3’s new “tent bed”—by myself.

Squeezed like a sausage into my capris. Did a few deep knee bends to try to stretch them out. Didn’t really work. Still wore the pants. Pantylines are sexy.

Painted my toenails before heading out the door. Must remember to do this after I put my flip-flops on. Big toe on right foot now appears to be bleeding profusely.

Got a phone call when I had literally driven 100 feet. It was Boy #2, telling on Boy #1.

Ate a half a bag of pastel dinner mints for breakfast on the drive to work. Still in my van from my grandma’s retirement party, a few weeks ago. Fat-free.

C’mon, week, I’m ready for you. Bring it on!

2 thoughts on “Let’s get ready to RUMBLE!”

  1. Don't you sometimes wonder why you gave your kids your cell phone number?

    We should probably have gone with unlisted.

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