So after a rough night last night and throwing everything up and the heartburn from hell... I took the day off and spent half of it sleeping and the other half cleaning a little and shopping for food (why do we have NO food in this house!).
Lets just say that somewhere along the way I had a little "attitude issue". It started at Target when I found out that they did NOT have popsicle molds. So somewhat out of spite (and because Target is expensive), I went to Walmart. And had a bad attitude there, my shoes were simultaneously giving me a huge foot cramp and blisters and have you ever noticed that if you have a bad attitude EVERYONE annoys you... Poor sweet innocent old ladies were annoying me... And then I realized that I didn't have my drivers license and of course my car has no plates (just got it) and I am just waiting to get pulled over any second. So we had a come to Jesus meeting and I repented of my bad attitude and prayed that I wouldn't get pulled over. I didn't.
So I got home and Mr Hottie folded laundry and I made "Super Mac" as we call it and we watched AFV. During which we may have found our first unresolvable parenting role preference clash. It went like this:
*both of us expressing our disgust at the big booger bubble blown by a small child on AFV*
Mr. Hottie: " You are going to be the booger parent right?"
Me: " I can't handle boogers."
Mr. Hottie: "I mean after you are pregnant of course!"
Me: "I still don't think I can handle them."
*loooooooong silence*
Hmm being pregnant and barefoot doesn't look all that bad if it means I don't have to do boogers.... ;-)
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