Instead, I got sucked into an episode of some Househunters-esque show wherein a couple from Memphis was buying a house on 30A, so instead y'all are getting a bunch of random half-thoughts and pictures of my kids. You know the drill.
While watching said HGTV time-sucking drivel, I was cutting up old magazines for Miss Priss to do her "work"- otherwise known as, gluing pictures onto construction paper. Thanks to Kate for this genius idea.
All of the sudden DH started HOLLERING at me "BASKETBALL!!! MY BASKETBALL, MOMMY!!"
It took a few seconds of her growing increasingly frustrated and pissed off before I realized she was saying "BREAKFAST BAR!! You gave my breakfast bar to that guy! That MY breakfast bar!"
I did my best not to just fall out laughing, and tried to explain to her about charity and giving what we have to others. Didn't go down too well with a two-year old, who was frankly disgusted at my naivete. Finally, I just said "Good job sharing. Let's go play on these rocks. Yay."
What else? I have not started packing yet. I have read lots of packing tips on the Internet though. That counts for something, right?
I finally figured out why it is impossible to keep my house clean. Compare my darling niece eating yogurt (outside- my SIL is smart) at nine months, with DH eating yogurt at 9 months.
Okay, I am determined to get some good sleep tonight, even if I have to crush up some Ambien in my toddler's dinner. Just kidding. Don't call Child Services.