So.
My most productive time of the day is between 9 and 12.After that,
as my friend, Brandy, would say
I'm pretty much worthless.
The kids are down for naps.
Laundry and dishes are loaded.
And life is simple.
Except for today.
The boys were up [relatively] early.
Why not hit the dollar store?
I've got some things I need for my upcoming Enrichment.
I know what you're thinking.
I know what you're thinking.
Already?
Trust me.
I know.
You may be asking yourself . . .
I know.
You may be asking yourself . . .
There's a dollar store around here?
Yes.
And I'll tell you where if you so desire.
However.
And I'll tell you where if you so desire.
However.
You can imagine the workers/shoppers/people
that come with a dollar store.
I'm just saying.
And with the way my kids were behaving today . . .
Gav thought he would DIE if we didn't get a balloon,
and Reese's favorite new "thing" is MINE, MINE, MINE!
2 comments:
And then the 'should I or shouldn't I go to practice' argument spilled over right into the $$ store!
I love all the crap you can get at the dollar store! Hello! Where do you think I got the cool scoop for my laundry soap!
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