My husband and I LOVE sushi…love it. We get it all the time. SO…for Mother’s Day, my sweet hubby decided to surprise me by buying everything we need to make sushi right at home. He bought crab legs, shrimp and yummy veggies, the special bamboo sushi roller…the whole nine yards. I was not allowed in the kitchen until it was all ready. Then he served me – totally 5-Star dining style …on a TV tray in the living room. What a great guy huh?!
And…while the sushi may NOT have been the prettiest, it was DELICIOUS!
It’s just too bad that I put on WAY too much wasabi (as I often do) and almost peed my pants.
But we also all know what happens when mom takes the day off for Mother’s Day right?
The house explodes.
Ok… that’s not quite fair – my house looks like this even when I’m in charge but let’s keep that between us. Man oh man, I remember when my living room used to be a living room. Not so anymore. Now I can’t walk through it without something singing, lighting up, or warbling. Think Double Dare.
You are correct, two of those kids aren’t mine.
And yes, that is a trampoline. I always thought a kid-sized hampster wheel would be the BEST thing ever invented but I’ve never been able to find one. This is totally the next best thing. See, all my friends have BACKYARDS, so they can buy those ginormous broken-legs-waiting-to-happen trampolines…but not my family. My kids get a Denise Austin exercise tramp in the middle of the living room. It’s great. Especially in the winter. They bounce their little hearts out and sleep like babies. Best 30 bucks I ever spent.
But… just when I think all my mess problems are in the living room, I have even more issues in my kitchen. I really want to know how this stuff happens. It’s no wonder my house is never clean. I am being sabotaged…by some THING, some WHERE. I fed the kids lunch and left half an avacado on the counter in case they wanted more…minutes later, I return to the kitchen and see this:
In case you missed it, please take note that the avacado PIT has sprung from the appropriate place (in the avacado) and somehow landed in the baby formula…
“What the…”
And finally, in keeping with my messy theme, I’d like to show you what happens when Dad feeds the baby. Sweet Potatoes are SOOO the new thing for stylish hair.
Happy Friday everyone!
