Big Kid's underwear is sitting on my coffee table.
Presumably, this means Big Kid forgot to put his underwear on before going to school.
Usually I catch him before he leaves the house, but I guess today he's getting away with going commando. He's a class act, that Big Kid.
little kid is driving me fucking crazy. CRAAAAAAAAZY. Mr. Ashley has to work tomorrow and that will make four weeks in a row of 6-day-a-week parenting. I. CAN. NOT. TAKE. IT. There are only so many times you can chase someone through the house to rescue him from drinking a bottle of purrell, or ask someone to please chew with his mouth closed as he ignores the blueberry pancakes you made for breakfast and chomps on Cheez-its he stole from the pantry, or yell at a person for dumping Legos all over your family room floor day after day, before you just go totally batshit Insane.
And I'm pretty sure I've reached that point.
I think I got there some time yesterday afternoon.
You know it's bad when you WISH you could get sick so you could just lie in bed and rest for a while.