That’s a rhetorical question, People. The first person that leaves the “when you give birth, you can have chocolate covered raisins” comment will find me unexpectedly at their front door, ready to beat them senseless with a blunt object. You too, Tara. Don’t think you are immune because you live on an island.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank God for the 1/16 of an inch of snow He sent showering down on us last night. It was pretty. I would like to kick the county in the shins for cancelling school for the entire day due to that 1/16 of an inch. You would think we live in Atlanta.
K: I’m taking The Boy to school soon.
D: Babe, the county cancelled school today.
D: I heard it on the radio.
K: They cancelled Mada’s and Carter’s school and I just laughed, laughed, laughed at Jen this morning.
D: They cancelled ours too.
K: Bastards. What am I supposed to do with this kid today?
D: Gotta go.
The man has perfect timing. Meanwhile the kid is running around the house yelling “Haircut, Mommy, haircut” repeatedly. He has had a total of 2 haircuts in his 2 years and it has been 8 weeks since the last one. And it’s not like when he was there they handed him a triple scoop cone of chocolate ice cream and let him sit in a pool of whipped cream while he got his haircut. I mean, Bob the Barber was nice, but it wasn’t the kind of event that would have him talking about it 8 weeks later. 8 weeks later and he still looks like a Marine. I don’t even know what Bob will be able to do to his head. It sounds like something a father and son should do together, don’t you think?
I gotta go vomit up those chocolate covered raisins and then download some music for labor. Any suggestions? Leave them in the comments and I’ll take you up on them. I’ll even let you know how dialated I was when I listened to your music. And how many contractions I had. Oooo, fun, fun.Share on Facebook