Dear God,
Please make me be not so stupid. Last year I got remarried, and I jokingly said to friends, Now I don’t have to hire a babysitter to go to meetings anymore! But truthfully, that’s a major benefit of being married when you’re a do-gooder, because do-gooders tend to accumulate evening meetings like other people collect pennies.
So, next time I am tempted to say to my sweet, dear husband, “Sure dear, you work late; I’ll take the kids to the meeting with me,” please help me to remember how that is not a good idea with a very active 3yo boy who tends not to take naps anymore.
Love,
Me
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Completely off topic, but shouldn’t those photos of delicious things that pop up when I come here have a link to what they actually are? It was orange, gooey looking and covered in what I can only surmise is powdered sugar. Ideas? Or your toffee recipe! OK. I’m lazy. I don’t want to search through your blog for the recipe or link to it. Sigh. I’m sure it was tasty!
I hope to never work that late again.
LOL! Hilarious.
You know, those evening meetings KILL me anymore with a three year old, husband at home or no. Some clever rock ‘n roll friend once mockingly nicknamed me with one that stuck for some time: Unicef. Now Unicef (”you, know, ’cause you like to help people and shit….”) is the home at night mama, thank you very much. When this season of life changes over, I may be at more of those evening meetings. Until then…..