Me: “Sam, do you want to go see pirates and princesses at the beach tomorrow? There will be bounce houses.”
Sam: “I don’t know what’s on my schedule tomorrow.”
Me: “You are 8 years old. You dont have a schedule. I make it for you.”
I think my tween believes she runs her own life, for real. That she makes her own schedule and does what she wants. That makes me LOL. Are all tweens like that? This is my first experience raising a tween, so I have no clue.
My mom offered me some M&Ms.
Me: “No, I’m back on that no sugar diet.”
Sam: (acting concerned) “Why are you having a baby?”
Hahaha. Sam. She doesn’t understand the purpose of a diet. And if I was pregnant, I would eat all the chocolate in sight.
So, I put the kids to bed early tonight and decided to tackle cleaning my car. Few things scare me more than what I might find in the third row of my car. I know I’m not alone in this. I could share some pretty scary stories about what I’ve found in the third row of my car.
Who would survive a zombie apocalypse if one were to break out? Me. I’ve got enough fries in the back seat of my car to deter zombies for days. DAYS.