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Josh got in trouble the other night for not hanging my shelves I've been after him to hang for like 47 weeks now (give or take 43ish) but I was secretly happy he didn't want to do it because I was oh so very tired. Why am I such an asshole?
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While I was busy putting my new table and chairs together (I only needed the chairs but did you know that chairs are EXPENSIVE but if you buy a table and chair set you get the chairs cheapish and the table for free?....boggling) Avery was in her highchair as to not steal the 867 screws and bolts and potentially-life-threatening-if-swallowed-by-a-one-year-old washers. She was busy munching on a sandwich and happily throwing her sippy on the floor and yelling and screaming until
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Another Mother of the Year incident happened when I asked Josh if he had changed Avery's diaper before he put her in bed.
Oh man, no I didn't.
Good job failure, you're cleaning up the mess and doing the laundry when it leaks out all over the place.
Well, I feel bad but it's more for her sake of having to sleep in a REALLY WET DIAPER and less for your sake of having to clean up the aftermath.
No, you're cleaning up the aftermath. And, obviously, I feel bad for her too, for having to put up with your shit.
(Just in case you're worried, the diaper was changed because I heard her singing and playing in her crib rather than sleeping so she was saved from wet diaper hell)
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I recently wore horizontal stripes and didn't look like an oompa loompa. Just sayin' YEY
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The end.
It's a wonder why I don't have more followers with posts like these.
Oh, how I miss the days of being able to jail, er, contain my kids in a high chair or baby corral. Now I'm afraid that they're going to tie *me* up.
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