Tuesday, April 21, 2009
mother of the year
so this morning i get up to get thomas ready to go to school. i wake him up, collect all the sippy cups from other children, tell him to brush his teeth (because he needs to be told this EVERY SINGLE MORNING), gather up his uniform and lay it out for him and go downstairs to make his and tommy's lunches. i reach into the microwave to get the bread for his daily pb&j sandwich and come up empty. no white bread. hmmm...so he has pb&j crackers. i tell him to make pretend he is a giant eating little itty, bitty sandwiches. he looks at me weird. i get his snack out and go for his juice box and, you guessed it, come up empty. luckily, i find one hidden in the back of the fridge that is missing it's straw (the girls CONSTANTLY help themselves to juice boxes but are unable to put the straw in, so we wind up with a lot of beat up looking boxes with no straws). i scrounge through my silverware drawer and find an odd straw and throw that in his lunch box. poor kid. at least he has a nice communion banner, right?