There’s an open container of Rainbow Chip icing in my refrigerator for emergencies (or Tuesdays).
Sometimes I let Brynna play “Mommy” just because I know she’ll put me to bed and I’ll get to lay down for a moment.
I’d rather cut off my arm (that’s me – cutting off my own arm) than sit through story time.
I’m not actually all-knowing, I just make up the answers.
I can think of at least 17 things I’d rather do than play Candy Land for the 477th time.
More than once I’ve reprimanded BG for saying something she heard me say. (hypocritical much?)
There’s a spa attached, so I drop BG at the gym’s childcare and get my nails done. I don’t even pretend by wearing workout gear anymore.