Tuesday, August 2, 2011

How I know it must be August

If I were my kids' nanny, I might have fired myself today.


Number of hours with the television on? I lost count.
Number of attempts to do anything even slightly enriching or mildly interesting? Zero.
Number of times I answered one of my four year old's unending questions with something other than "I don't know" or "because I said so": Maybe one. Maybe.
Number of my kids' screaming arguments I completely ignored: Three.
Writing a blog post when I should be cooking dinner: Check.
What my kids actually ate for dinner: Chick-Fil-A.


I am lucky I am my own boss.

4 comments:

Jen said...

sounds like a typical summer day in my house. i wouldn't fire you. :-)

Suzanne said...

AGREED! It's August and it's time they go back to school!

Unknown said...

What's wrong with Chick-fil-A?

Sherry M. said...

You gotta do what you gotta do......