Why can I never remember my reusable bags when I go to the grocery store? I think I must look right through them as I get out of the mommy van, unbuckle the little one and proceed to the store. And, it’s not until I am in the check-out that I think to myself, crap . . . I forgot my bags and then I feel like a heel when I’m asked whether plastic is okay. I want to yell, no it’s not okay. Don’t you know hard plastic bags are on our environment? What to do? I even have the little sticker that my grocery store gives you to put on the windshield to remind me about my bags!
Big plans for my blog are kinda underway . . . well kinda. I have been wanting to self-host in a while and my sister is pushing me forward with it. Only hitch is that I just have to get on the amazing Nap Warden’s waiting list!! She did my blog header — can you see it, can you, can you? Isn’t she an awesome artist?
Loving all the bloggie posts about BlogHer. Would love to hear more though . . . ye know, who’s on farting terms, who snores, who’s an ugly drunk, etc. Hehe! Sounds like it was well worth it in spite of all the drama. Apparently, they have started selling tickets to next year’s conference which is going to be held in New York. Anybody planning on going?
Why in badminton, is it called a birdie here and a shuttlecock in the UK? You say tom-ay-to and I say tom-aaah-to . . . you say birdie and I say shuttlecock . . . just saying!
Why are my children such leftover snobs? I present them with leftovers at meal times and they turn their noses up! Honestly!
Just how much can you cram in to a front loading washing machine?
Why does it take a happy toddler exactly 0.23 seconds to turn in to a screaming monster? And, at the least little thing. Take yesterda, he had spent a lovely couple of hours in the pool with his brothers and when he was ready to get out, he asked for a snack. I was providing him with his requested snack when he decided he wanted it in the orange bowl . . . and not the pink bowl I was putting said snack in. Then, when I tipped the snack in to the orange bowl he had a fit as he expected me to pour a new batch of the snack in the blooming orange bowl. After asking him if he needed a nap, he promptly sucked it up and ate it. I mean, how very dare I?
Speaking of naps . . he has not had one since we got back. He napped every day in the UK.
It amazes me how my littlest one is swimming . . . without his floaties. He’s only two for crying out loud — my oldest boys swam when they were three which isn’t far off really! It also takes a big load off my mind . . . I mean, we have the pool gates up at all times, but still.
My middle son is going through an “everything is sooo boring” stage so yesterday, I may have threatened him with camp and vacation bible school for the rest of the summer.
Surprised at how inexpensive everything was back in the UK . . . except for sunscreen — that cost me $20 after calculating the exchange rate. Wowzer. Still, you can’t put a price on your children’s health can you?
So happy to go to my haidresseing appointment today — I am so in need of a cut and colour seeing as I have not had one in a long while. Gray roots are hot, right? Anyway, I did have an appointment the day before I was flying out, but had to cancel it on account of the whole ear ache problem. I thought it best to go to the doctor’s rather than my hair appointment — I know, silly right?
I am going to reveal a guilty secret to you all that I don’t just tell anybody . . . it’s that I have become a bit of a fanatical reader of the Daily Mail’s goss column! Yes, me! And, it’s fabulous! Try it for yourself and see if you don’t get hooked.
Thanks for all the bloggie love and peace out. Now, head on over to Random Tuesday Thoughts where it’s okay to be random. Hey, gray roots are hot, right?
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