Do not pick up The Diary of Anne Frank when you're having a bad day and trying to escape it through a good book. This would seem obvious, but apparently I hadn't made the connection until I was in a fetal position on the couch accompanied by a frozen margarita.
Don't tell Chris anything and expect him to remember it unless it's in writing. Email is your friend.
Quit letting the kids snack. While you're at it, you stay out of the fridge too. You wonder why there are so many dishes in the sink.
Try not to cringe when you hear "I poopooed, Mom!" from the bathroom. They could be trying to wipe themselves. Remember how that went last time?! Yes. You'd rather do it any day.
No comments:
Post a Comment