The happiest of fat Tuesdays to you and yours from the land of air that is always freezing and of skies that are mostly grey. I would type up some grand, inspirational Lenten post for you, but then I would have to kill the phony impostor who kidnapped the real me and is writing fake good posts from my blog. So no, this is just another pointless beginning of the week rant to add to the masses in the archives.
In no particular order and of absolutely no importance at all, here are some randoms factuals:
First: We bunked the girls beds on Sunday.
Wait, scratch that, MIKE bunked the girls beds on Sunday because he doesn't work on Sundays and as he put it "was feeling bored and antsy and wanted something to do" (I just want to make sure the blame is squarely on the appropriate individual). Anyways, it has been the source of much excitement and merry play for the girls who have little to look forward to anymore since I am the least fun mother of all time and refuse to give in to cabin fever with any sort of fun indoor craft or mess-making activities like those found in this book that the girls read all the time and beg while I furiously shake my no:
These and other sorts of similar Pinterest-esque things are an abomination unto me and will have no place within the confines of this home, but coloring does- endless coloring.
Dos: I was baking cookies with the girls yesterday, which was against my better instincts but it wasn't as bad as all the crap in the above book so I figured I would mix it up. I was alternating between one girl putting in an ingredient and the other doing the next on the list and so on. It was time for Bernadette to do the vanilla, but I had to throw something in the trash real quick so I turned my back, which was the dumbest move ever. Naomi quickly unscrewed the cap, handed the bottle to Bernadette who promptly dumped as much of the bottle into the dough as she could before I jumped at her and grabbed it. I dumped as much out into the sink as I could while holding the rest of the dough back but suffice it to say they were certainly not lacking in the vanilla flavor department, but at least it wasn't the salt.
Third: I am a liar and also did this with them today, but it almost killed me:
Four: I have been holing up at home and intensely wary to leave the house more than usual since we have entered another wonderfully crazy tantrum phase with Bernadette. I will not torture this readership with more posts on that subject but I have come to the definitive conclusion that I am receiving Divine recompense for the hell I put my own mother through when I was Bernadette's age and until I was 12 (the age my mom sited as of last weekend).
I am rather terrified to see how many years these go on for since I have never seen another child rival her ever ever ever. The tantrums are so crazy that I actually sprinkled holy water on her during one of last week's events, which only made it worse. Anyways, it is not like I needed another reason to not go out of the house since the never ending winter from Hades makes taking kids out anywhere the most dreaded of all things so I just don't anymore.
But we have bunked beds and there really isn't anything else a kid needs in life, so I'm not depriving them completely, only a little. And I am sorry that you have been deprived of how ever many minutes it took you to read this, consider it preparation for your Lenten mortifications.