I suck at blogging this week.
Because this can't possibly be my fault, I have come up with a list of reasons for my suckage. And they are (in no particular order):
Little J's eczema. Which is like my 10th child, right after my ACTUAL four children, laundry, this here blog, my two rat-baby hamsters and the garden toad that will not die. But seriously, the eczema is so needy it requires a 40 minute bath and lubing process EVERY night. Or else Little J wakes up as a giant, bleeding scab. Boo.
Apple Pie baking for kindergartners. Who, coincidentally, are not fond of pie.
Our first kindergarten play date. Deep breaths, I think it went well. I think our kids can be friends. New school, new parents...it's like dating through my socially inappropriate 6-year-olds.
Sewing some stuff. Including Halloween costumes. Which I swore I would NEVER make again. But have any of you actually purchased a costume lately???? $35 for thin polyester??? Apparently the Halloween costumes are all up in my grill this year, but come on... I am sure I can turn out 2 ill-fitting Darth Vader costumes for $15 (which really turns into $60) a piece.
A pre-occupation with recreating that Smurfette costume. And how it would be 1,000xs more awkward (and amazing). But also, that a turquoise leotard/body suit and small white shorts on a 34-year old might be kind of stripper-esqe. Which means that adult Smurfette might be the perfect storm of smutty/awkward. Hmmmm.
Shoe shopping on the Target website has easily robbed me of 15 hours this week. I suppose that makes it a twin to Little J's eczema. And then I actually went into the store and that was a big, BIG mistake. One word: Jeggings. And before you judge, just know that I am a HUGE fan. But that warrants its own post.
Last Friday, our washing machine broke. This is disastrous for the universe on many levels, but posed a serious problem for our entire weekend schedule and life in general. It is a theory of mine that the laundry is staging a mutiny, but I am currently beating that wench back into submission before she eats every pair of underwear my kids own.
And that folks, is my week. Tomorrow we are off to soccer, dinner with friends, and a marathon for my hubby on Sunday!!