Today the temperature topped out at -44 with the windchill. Or should I say Bottomed out? Regardless, I will not accept weather as an excuse.
I let Sam out to go potty this afternoon. She wasn’t asking to be let out, she never does, I just figured I would try to be proactive and take her out before she messed up the hall again. She made the tiniest pee possible then started crying at the door, so I let her in. Sam still has trouble with the stairs so I helped her up them. As soon as I put her down she raced to the far end of the hallway, squatted and took a dump.
Christ on a stick, that pissed me off. I tell you all this so that you will understand I did what I had to do. She has to learn the hallway is NOT her own personal toilet.
She is a Very Bad Dog.
It’s just not fair!
Why, after two weeks of minus 50 temperatures did it have to warm up?
WHY?
Just to tease us? To make me CRY when it ended? I wonder who was listening for my heart to break yesterday at four when the weather report came on in the car. Who’s great idea was it to make me love the warm only to plunge me back into freezing? It’s mean, it’s rude, it’s inconsiderate, and I don’t like it!
(OK, right now I need you to picture me stomping my feet as I say that. My face is a cross between mad and disgusted, my arms are crossed tightly beneath my boobs. To further your mental imagery, I’m wearing just my house coat, which is blue and fuzzy and WARM and I love it. Got it?)
It’s RUDE, it’s INCONSIDERATE, AND I DON’T LIKE IT!!!
No wait, this will be much more effective if we all do it together! Everyone stand up. Stand UP dammit! I don’t care if you are at work, just do it! Now, cross your arms under your boobs – men, if you don’t have moobies, use your imagination please – Now, arms crossed? Good. Using your Mad, Angry, GRRR Who Ate The Last Piece Of Bacon voice, say it with me “I DON’T LIKE IT!”
And don’t forget to stomp your feet!
Blake and I currently share different views on this development.
That he requires a prescription means his eyes were behind his headaches and not something more serious. Sure it’s crappy he has to deal with the many, many, MANY annoyances of glasses, and I’m sure there will be times I will want to rip his head off and flush it down the toilet – that will probably come around the third pair of glasses he misplaces – but damn, glasses vrs. the unknown? So.Much.Better.
Blake was actually OK with his diagnoses, right up until the Optometrist explained that No, he didn’t get to keep the “Way cool Techno Glasses – can I see through walls with them?”, that he would be getting a pair like the ones on this wall here *points to rows of glasses*
Apparently the difference between glasses being cool, and glasses being “stupid” (his word, not mine) is all in the super powers.
On Saturday we went into the city to get Parker a new house coat. Smokey had eaten the previous one. I had ordered Parker a house coat from Sears, but when it arrived it was apparent pretty quickly that the sizes online are not the same as sizes in real life. That house coat was immediately passed on to Blake. We figured it would be better to make the trip in and actually have him try on a house coat than trying to re-order a different size.
While Parker tried on house coats, Logan kept us entertained with stories of the new house coat he was getting. His house coat was a dinosaur and it would have teeth! (But it would not bite him!) His house coat would stomp around the room and scare Sammi. His house coat was wonderful and so much better than any house coat his brothers would EVER have! His housecoat was news to us, as we had not planned on buying him one.
Logan has regaled us with tales his miraculous dinosaur adventures for three days, so I am sure you can imagine his excitement when, after school today, we went to the Sears drop off to pick up a package for him.
I took these pictures just minutes ago. From the moment he opened his package, he has not taken it off. Getting him to understand he cannot wear it to school tomorrow should be fun. NOT.
Sorry to disappoint y’all, but this DOES qualify for excitement in my life, and I rather like it that way. There is nothing sweeter than a child’s squeal of glee!
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