As a follow up to yesterday's post about the frozen yogurt place's policy on military discount (requiring the military member to be present), I have good news! Thanks to an awesome blog reader who sent them an email, they have changed their policy and apologized for having that way in the first place. See, my blog isn't just annoying gifs. I'm helping more people get discounts on low fat yogurt!
Yesterday was one of those days with my kids when I seriously considered just going and sitting on the back deck and letting nature take its course inside. I know the baby is recovering from being sick, so I expect her to be whiny, but she was really over achieving. Faith is turning four on Sunday and apparently that means she no longer listens to me and challenges every single thing I say. Even if I tell her to do something she wants to do, her knee jerk reaction right now is to say "Nooooo, I don't WANT to do that!" Sometimes I wonder why we are going to such lengths to get her to talk more.
As a sneak peak in my glamour-filled life, I got both cranky kids down for a nap after Faith's gymnastic's lesson, and I did a treadmill walk because you know, busted back. After I finished that, my lunch just beeped in the microwave when I heard the baby scream like she saw a ghost upstairs. Once I got her calmed down, I figured I'd take a shower. She spent my whole time in the shower with her snot streaked face pressed against the glass, so that's my excuse today why my legs aren't shaved well. I'll come up with another excuse tomorrow.
After I got dressed and calmed down the baby, I went in to get Faith up from her "nap". I could smell an issue before I even opened the door. When I opened it, I saw her emptying out her whole fucking closet all over her room. I asked her "What are you DOING??" and she just looked me right in the eye and said "I'm making a special big mess!" like it was no big deal. Oh, and she had shit her pants. Not just in her Pull-Up, she had in her words "smushed it around!", so it was mashed all in her pajama shorts as well. She did that right next her to potty.
As punishment, I took away her favorite toy and told her she could have it back after three days of no poop accidents. She didn't care at all. At some point she has turned into Cool Hand Luke.
Also, the dog threw up in the kitchen because I was ten minutes late on serving her dinner, and the baby blew out her diaper while sitting on my lap while I was trying to finish dinner.
This has been your daily dose of blog-delivered birth control. You're welcome.
What has been the worst (or grossest) thing to happen to you so far this week?