Basic Mom Week in Review - 07/09/17
/5 Things That Actually Happened This Week and the Lessons I Learned
1. While setting up for my garage sale, this one toy would not stop making an extremely annoying rhythmic beeping sound. I couldn't find an on/off switch, so I cut the speaker/crab off the toy and stomped on it repeatedly - to no avail. Then I buried the evil crab in the bottom of the garbage and allowed the muted beeping to drive me slowly insane for the rest of the afternoon.
Lesson: Toy companies that fail to include an off switch on toys that make noise are pure evil.
2. I bought a dozen chocolate-covered donuts for my husband while my daughters and I were at the grocery store. At snack time that evening, my husband and daughter had this conversation:
Husband: Do you want one of my chocolate donuts?
8-Year-Old: No, those are your donuts. I'll let you devour them in two nights.
Lesson: My daughter is the queen of serving her thoughtfulness with a side of sass.
3. My mom convinced my nephews and my 3-year-old to pose for a classic "see no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil" picture (with price stickers on their foreheads).
Lesson: Garage sales are boring. (And, to be honest, I didn't have a good fifth thing for this week, so, this is a kind of lame filler that I threw in the middle of my post. Sorry, not sorry. Actually kind of sorry.)
4. While making Rice Krispies treats, my 3-year-old went to lick the spoon with which she was stirring the hot marshmallow and butter mixture, which led to this interaction:
Me: No! That's dangerous! You could burn your tongue. Plus, no one wants your tongue germs in their Rice Krispies treats.
3-Year-Old: [slowly sticks out tongue, leans toward me, and licks my face]
Lesson: Apparently, in my daughter's mind, "no one wants your tongue germs in their Rice Krispies treats," translates to lick your mom's face as if you were a puppy.
5. My nephew pointed out to me that the "o" on my welcome mat had worn off . . .
Lesson: Well, at least now people know what they are getting themselves into when they visit my house.