I would prefer to not share every single thing I ever do in my entire life with you, Facebook. (That is what this blog is for…) While clicking around Netflix the other day, Facebook wanted to know if I wanted to share my activity. Why would anyone care what I was searching for on Netflix?
What should we share next? Can we have a Facebook toilet with a sharing option? “Would you like to share your latest BM?” Sure, Facebook. I don’t see why not.
Get out of my life.
My house. It’s almost put together.
My type-A personality rejoices. Not only am I type-A, but I am 36 weeks pregnant and I am nesting.
Mike is spending his evenings fulfilling my reasonable requests to tilt that chair to the left an inch and make sure that platter sits on top of the cabinet and not next to it. Because those things would just be unacceptable.
The other day I saw a picture that Grace posted: she put her middle child in time out for biting. She did it by putting a chair in the corner and making him sit in it. I thought this was genius, so I tried it.
It worked the first time Ellen bit me (Did I mention she likes to bite now? Sigh.). But, after her time out and about 20 minutes later, she waltzed over to me, bit me, and then sat herself in the chair.
I guess that’s what I get for trying to learn parenting techniques from Instagram.
Yesterday, Ellen and I got dressed and out of the house before noon. We hit up the SOS, dropped some letters in a mailbox, and made a quick trip to the grocery store for odor-locking garbage bags (fingers crossed).
I felt like a freaking rock star, and that is embarrassing.
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Whenever I near the end of my pregnancies, Mike finds it to be the most convenient time to gripe about his weight and vow to start eating healthier and exercising more. Good timing, buddy.
Highlight of my week? My new linen cabinet shipped in from Amazon.
Do you know what this means, people?
It means that while I shower, there will no longer be any people (ahem, Ellen) unrolling toilet paper, putting on “yo-tion” (lotion), or coloring all of my bars of soap with bath crayons. It will all be locked away. Mwah ha ha ha!
Now I am just curious as to what she will come up with after coming to terms with the new found absence of her favorite tools of destruction.