At our house, we’re no strangers to misplacing the tv remote control. Often times, we’ll find it in between cushions, underneath the couch or wrapped in a blanket. These are standard hiding spots for that darn clicker.
But I’ve implemented two strategies that help avoid that most undesirable walk to the television set to manually click the barely accessible, hidden-in-a-weird-spot-on-the-tv, non-ergonomic buttons. Of doom.
I love it when Todd takes over as food boss on the weekends. It is so nice to get a break every once in a while. Sleeping in passed 7:30, taking my time getting ready for the day; it really is lovely. Except for one thing…he leaves crumbs EVERYWHERE!!!
He gets them on the counter, the stove top, the sink, the dishwasher, the floor, his beard, everywhere! It’s as if he has thrown the world’s crumbiest parade, and he’s gone marching through the house smashing pieces of toast together like cymbals! It drives me nuts!
How hard is it to take a damp cloth and wipe down the surfaces you’ve used? I do not enjoy preparing our next meal in a crumb covered kitchen. And I really dislike having to clean up a mess that my crumb bum of a husband has made before I can do anything else!
In order to get Todd to clean up after himself, I recently told him that I saw a mouse in the house… Stay tuned!
When I make a shopping list, I often ask Todd if there is anything I should add. “Chocolate milk” is Todd’s unwavering reply. Continue reading
*SPOILER ALERT!* This post contains information that some readers may find yucky, icky or downright gross.
Todd is a man of many talents. He possesses a variety of useful skills that make life with him easy. Sadly, listening is not listed among these attributes. Continue reading
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It was a cold day in January and our refrigerator was low on many of the key food groups. In fact, the cupboard looked a bit bare too. And so, together, Tina and I packed up the little one and headed out to our usual grocery store to pick up a few things.
Along the way, we said hello to the mailman, something we almost NEVER do. To be honest with you, I’m not sure what our letter carrier even looks like, so to say it was a mailMAN is an inadvertent judgement on my part. Apologies, apologies all around. Continue reading
Since little Liam made his debut, my nights have been filled with bi-hourly feedings and diaper changes. Occasionally, he is fussy and straight up refuses to go back to sleep for hours. During these sleepless stretches, my entire being longs to return to the warm cushiony softness of our queen size bed.
I’m watching her sleep in the hospital bed. Wires and tubes cover her body as I recount to myself the Star Wars inspired joke I made earlier “You’re more machine than woman now.”
Though we knew that flexibility in the birth plan was essential, I don’t think Tina and I fully understood, before embarking on this journey, the amplitude of the events that awaited us at the hospital.