Dead Presents, Dirty Socks, And The Art Of Learning To Not Always Speak My Mind

My 5 year old informed me today that he needs a hair cut and that his nails need to be cut too. He followed that up by telling me we should probably take care of the hair and nails of his little brother while we are at it. He hates when I cut his nails and has never cared about the length of his hair. Ever.

I bought my kids three little goldfish for Valentine's Day and was so excited for them to come downstairs this morning to see their new fish, but at 2:00 this morning I realized that all 3 were dead. At 2:00 this morning all I had for my kids for Valentine's Day was a fish bowl full of water and three dead fish in the toilet.

My husband had to put serious effort into finding a clean pair of socks this morning and I actually was a little nervous that he was going to end up having really cold, sockless feet or really smelly dirty sock feet today but thankfully he found a clean pair. I don't know how that happened because I don't know how long it has been since I have done laundry...unless starting the washing machine with the same load of laundry in it about every 3rd day counts as doing laundry. And if that's the case, then it's been 3 days since I've done laundry and I probably need to go start the washing machine.