I am starting to resent my family because they are seriously cutting into my blogging time.
Someone explain to me again why I need to feed them everyday. And why the 2 year old can't just teach herself to use the toilet.
And clean underwear: necessity?
A ride to practice: Can't he walk himself the whole 5 miles?
That little thing? I'm sure that doesn't need a bandaid; just apply pressure, keep your head beneath your heart, and breath very, very slowly. It will stop before Prom, I'm sure. I know you're 6. That's a good thing because your skin has extra elasticity and likes to heal on its own.
And again with the food? I'm sure I fed you a few days ago. Go look in the couch cushions: I saw Tallulah eating pizza there last night and I'm nearly certain she stashed half of it under the left one.
If they could only raise themselves, I'm sure I would be a published author by now.
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