I’m almost a week behind on posts… Ooops.
Here are some things that have been going on around here.
- Hanan had a birthday.
- Tori had a birthday.
- The Fourth of July
- We took friends around the entire island had a blast, I haven’t seen them in 20 years and I didn’t take a single picture. Ooops.
- Kamikaze birds strike again.
- I found what looks to be a snake in a snake-free state.
- A sleepover is still underway.
- Cleat shopping because here we go with soccer again.
- One of my chickadees may or may not be sick. I’m secretly worried that she has the same genetic kidney disorder that I do.
So you can see, it’s been a bit of a busy holiday weekend. I need to download some pictures, make 5 kids breakfast, get to bootcamp and piano. Somewhere in-between I need to find a half second to go to the commissary and I just read some heinous stuff about what we’re eating so I’m pretty sure the bill will be astronomical AGAIN.
I’ll leave you with some thoughts about toilet paper since it’s on my mind. Yesterday one of my children came running up to me while I was getting ready for church. “Mom, is the toilet paper different? It doesn’t feel the same. I don’t like it!” I explained that Costco was out of our preferred brand. I had to purchase the Costco brand, which I agree is not as soft but holds up quite nicely. I might add if my kids didn’t approach a toilet paper roll (AKA potty paper if you ask Jack) like they were about the spin that giant prize wheel on The Price Is Right, I wouldn’t have to worry about purchasing toilet paper from Costco or how much is cost.
I did see this little image on Pinterest recently.
Let me say, brilliant idea but it reminds me of Sheryl Crow saying she only uses one square. I may be going to you know where for killing our planet but I think the “You shall not pass line” needs to be lowered a couple of squares. Do you create a you call not pass this line for pee and a you shall not pass this line for poop? There is a difference people!
Okay, that’s out of my system. Aren’t you glad you don’t have to live in my head?