If I have to say "Because I'm the mom, that's why," or "Can't you just be nice?" or "Don't make me send you to your room and fight it out" or "I'm ready to send in the lions" one more time, I might just, well, I don't really know, but I might do something drastic. Okay, that last one might be a little exaggeration, but sometimes I wish I had a lion just to threaten them with.
So this weekend it will just be Me and G. I know, it should be G and I, but Me and G has a better ring to it, so deal. It comes at a perfect time, really. I mean besides the death threats to the children. It gives me the perfect opportunity to finish the shopping, wrapping, and more shopping. And going to Costco with one kid is like a freakin' vacation. Let's face it. Three is a lot of mouths to shut up. I mean threaten. I mean feed. Yeah, feed, that's it. So I'm taking it easy with G. We plan on sleeping in, and taking lots of naps, and playing lots of games, and taking more naps. And then there will be Costco, and the Mall, and probably a Ward party, and maybe even a dinner out, just the two of us. I'm quite excited.
Meanwhile, Sean will be offering $0.80 on the dollar for a house, which hopefully will be approved in an acceptable amount of time. He'll also be going to dinner with The Ladies, swimming at the Hotel, running errands to the school district, and who knows what else the kiddies will put him up to. I suppose they'll spend too much money, and have too many sweets, but what do I care? He gets to deal with the sugar crash.
So there's the novel. That's a lot of words for a stupid picture of a suitcase. But honestly, I just don't have it in me to be more creative than that at this particular juncture. The creativity is being used elsewhere at the moment. Now if I could just decide on what to get Sugar Daddy for Christmas, I'd be set. Maybe at Costco....
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