I found this hilarious post a little bit earlier at my newest blog
I managed to read just a few of the 100+ posts waiting for me in my reader. (And yet I'm adding new
The first one.....
I hate my SIL. Umm, I'm pretty sure I've never said anything even close to that. Heck, I'm not even sure I've ever mentioned having a SIL. Who knew?
and for #2...
punishment underwear. Seriously?! Either you like to go commando and actually having to wear underwear is punishment, or else you're a really big sicko. Please don't look for anything in my blog relating to this. I'm not worth your time. There's a nasty porn site out there waiting for you, go find it.
Let's see...... Oh, do you remember that post where I admit to being a hypocrite? Or maybe the one about how I'm the biggest dork ever? Guess what, I have a new word....hypodork! Only because I've already admitted to being both at different times, but now I've got to admit that I'm both on the same subject. You know that little box? The one in Rachael's instructions? Um, yeah, I feel really stupid for not checking mine! I always thought I had checked it. One day recently I was snooping around in my profile editor and I noticed the box was not checked. So now who's the biggest hypodork ever?!
Oh, and maybe you remember this post and about Hunter hiding knives in his bed. He hasn't done it lately. And after tonight I don't think there will be any doubt from him that those things are really OWIES, like we say they are. I really could do my own Bad Parenting Chronicles post for this one. You see, I'm just a wee bit behind on my cleaning. (I know, behind on cleaning and blogging?) So today I was concentrating on the rest of the house, and sort of just piled all of the dirty dishes on the counters. I really don't have tons of counter space, so it looks and sounds worse than it really is (ok, I'll pretend it does). So my plan was to make dinner, give the kids a bath, and then as soon as Rylie was in bed I would clean up the kitchen.
Hunter's been increasingly independent lately. He's been getting his own juice, and he even makes his own bowl of cereal, and toast sometimes (yikes, I know). So I figured he was up to something in the kitchen while I was rocking Rylie and I asked Seth to check on him. He was getting a glass of milk. All. By. Himself. And somehow (bad momma) I had left one of those cutting mats, you know, the flexible ones, laying on top of something, and on top of that was the knife I had used to cut the onion while I was cooking dinner. It was one of those Pampered Chef knives...the ones that come with the sharpener in the case. I think he was trying to get the mat, and the knife came with it and stabbed him in the foot. We bandaged it all up amid the hysterical crying (0n my part), got it elevated and ice for it. It looks like it will be ok, probably a little sore for a few days, but I don't think we'll need to cut it off. And I hope he has learned just how not fun playing with knives is.