And I honestly don’t feel like throwing myself off of a roof as much as I thought I would. Three toddlers sounds like an absolute nightmare- but really, it’s not that much worse than two. Sure, they feed off of each other and seem to get much crazier than my two alone- but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Especially since my brother comes and gets Preston at nap time, so it isn’t even a full day.
I do have to admit that I am damn glad it’s Friday. It was a long week, and a lot to have to accept and gear up for going from just saying MAYBE to my brother, to instantly being thrown into becoming Preston’s babysitter without even a chance to really mull it over. Though I must not be doing too bad of a job because according to my brother and his baby-mama, Preston talks about coming back over here non stop. So much that he was waiting for my brother to come home one morning at 5:30 and instantly asked if it was time to come here as soon as he walked through the door. Awesome aunt? Check.
Three days a week (and one evening every other week) for just a couple of hours is nothin’, and getting paid in cash every Friday is pretty fantastic too.
Tonight a much needed break is in order, so some friends are coming over for dinner and drinks- and then maybe another friend later to join us in our lame-o card/board gaming ways. This time, i’m not going to end up crawling to the bathroom and puking though. I have finally learned my lesson (and my limits) and am fully aware that pounding drinks is not the best route to go in. I need to be able to make it to the bank tomorrow before noon to deposit my shiny new money into my savings account, and a head thrashing hangover would not be conducive to that.
You wouldn't sniff a stranger's butt to see who pooped their pants.... so you probably shouldn't do these other parental things to strangers, either. holdinholden.com/2017/12/weir…
Weird Things you do for your kids but not Strangers goo.gl/fb/oVuwvG
Tis the season! pic.twitter.com/5VgMLnt22E
I am weak pic.twitter.com/LYdRQ6EZcC
You know that feeling when you don't chew a chip all the way and it cuts you all the way down and you swear it's gonna kill you, but you go ahead have another right after? That's what it's like when you decide to have another kid.