My House Is Too Small. I Got Super Spies!

We get all the kids in bed and pjdaddy and I are in the living room and he says to me, “Did you hear about that sea monster that washed up to shore?”

Yeah, I saw that. I think it’s a bunch of crap.

Graham calls out from his room, “What? A monster?”

*pjdaddy and I discuss quietly with each other about how we’re gonna have to tell him to shut his door because he keeps listening in on our conversations

Graham, you’re gonna have to shut your door.

What? Why? Why do I have to shut it?

Because you kee-

Madeleine interrupts and yells from her bedroom, “They said it’s because you keep listening in on their conversations.”

Save Ferris- Super Spy

You Know You’re A Bad Mom When…………

Your kids desperately want a babysitter, so they can get a break from you.

Last night my 4 year old Garren asked if we could have a babysitter. My standard response no matter what the question or statement, is, “we don’t have any money.” It’s just easier that way.

Mom can I have a McDonald’s Happy Meal?

We don’t have any money.

Mom, can you tie my shoe?

We don’t have any money.

Mom the house is on FIRE!!!

We don’t have any money.

Apparently summer spent 24/7 with mommy is getting old. My kids decided to go on a money hunt this morning. They’ve looked in every nook and cranny of the house, lifted couch cushions, raided the junk drawer, dug through the mini-van’s ash tray. I don’t mind this because it keeps them busy for a looooong time.

They laid out about $7 in change and asked if they had enough money for a babysitter now.

Oh, did mommy forget to mention the babysitter’s out of town for the summer? You know, if you guys are really, horribly bored you can clean your rooms.

I freaking hated it when my mom pulled that line on me when I was a kid. It’s my turn to pay it forward.