I'm bored. Not because I have nothing to do, but because with a new baby and all, I can't do what I want when I want. And that is alright. So I thought to myself: I wonder what will happen if I type a blog post with my one free left hand while this baby snoozes in the crook of my right arm. What could I tell people of interest? Well, for starters, I got a random text yesterday from someone named Braeden. It said :
"Hey its braeden...ill go in on some liquor with you tonight? if ya want ;)"
I hope you know that it took all the gumption I had not to correct his typos and poor grammar just now. Needless to say, I did not respond to Braeden, who had the wrong number, by the way. But four hours later he texted again:
"Hey what time are we getting this? or are we even getting some?"
I continued to give Braeden the cold shoulder.
"I'm guessing we aren't drinkin together tonight?"
I finally felt the need to break the news to Braeden that he had the wrong lady.
"Dude. Wrong number."
"For real, who is this?"
"No one that you know. Trust me."
"This isn't kandice?"
"No, sir. I'm a wife and mother. Please stop texting me."
And just like that, Braeden was gone from my life.
Then, perhaps I could tell you about the Clorox Wipes incident. One of my sons recently had a rash on his bum. I told him to go take a bath. He would not. I told him to use baby wipes. He would not. So he took matters into his own hands and used the Clorox Wipes. Much weeping and wailing ensued.
Hey, what about the time when one of my boys tried to thread a screw through his hair and it got stuck? I don't often post pictures of my kids on here, but this is a prize-winner:
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