My house is a bit of a mess and I keep waiting for someone else in this family to take some initiative and clean it. Then I remind myself that everyone else is waiting for me to do it because as a stay home mom, that’s my job. I’m looking at the floors and thinking I need a raise. Or a glass of wine while I contemplate when I may feel like getting around to some housework.
I’m tired all the time. I thought once I started working out a lot that I would have all this boundless energy. All I have is sore muscles, some new muscles, and constant cravings for caffeine and meat.
Every Tuesday and Thursday when I go to the gym, there’s a black, Rolls Royce Wraith in the parking lot. Seriously. A freaking Rolls Royce! Every week I see this car and I think…Really? Because that’s your casual car?
Bryce has been begging me all day to play with his play-doh. I hate play-doh. It took forever to clean up the mess he made yesterday with his play-doh, and I just want it to disappear. He likes to take several different colors, squish them all together and then shape it into a puddle. Then he brings it to me and says, “Here’s another pool of vomit, mommy!” He makes these “pools of vomit” and then expects me to save it and display it on the fireplace mantel. He gets upset when I try to secretly throw them away. He notices when they disappear from the mantel. He doesn’t believe me anymore when I tell him I’m saving them in a special, secret location. Did I mention that I hate play-doh?
My husband had to fly to Oakland today for a meeting with one of his clients. He’s in the e-commerce business and he works with a variety of online retailers. This particular client happens to be a company that makes products exclusively for adults. *Ahem* To be more specific, they sell sex toys. Apparently, during the meeting, the company gave out goodie bags to all the executives. He texted me a picture of the bag and said, “I can’t wait to go through TSA at the airport.” He won’t tell me what’s in the bag. He says it’s a surprise. I don’t actually care about what’s in the gift bag, but I would give almost anything to watch him go through airport security with that bag. It was a day trip so he didn’t take luggage with him. It should make him feel better that everyone from his company got a gift bag, so they all have to go through airport security together, with sex toys in their possession. (I’m crying laughing just thinking about it!)
Have a great weekend! 😉