Not Me

Because I haven't done any of these for a while...

Yesterday Y simultaneously burped, barfed on D, and peed on the floor. He looked completely horrified, as if he had no idea how that happened! D was equally horrified...I mean, he obviously just got barfed on. Pretty serious stuff for a 12-year-old. He cleaned up the barf, my husband cleaned up the pee on the floor, and I cleaned up the pee on the child. Teamwork, to the rescue!!! At any rate, my first instinct during this whole time was definitely NOT to laugh...and I have certainly not laughed several times throughout the day, at my children's expense! I would never do such a thing.

Then today C ate, literally, one bite of food for dinner. Which is fine; we let them eat however much they want and then they can be done. The catch is that we don't eat again until the next meal time. Anyway, after dinner we went swimming. I ran 14 miles today and when I do a long run like that I burn over 1,000 calories, so I get pretty darn hungry and usually eat 2 dinners, I'm not gonna lie. So afterwards we stopped at McDonald's to grab me a(nother) bite to eat (and McFlurries for the adults and D). By this time it was 8 p.m. and the boys' bed time. C started in on "Oh, I'm huuuuungry". Our response, "That happens to me too when I don't eat dinner! But don't worry, we'll eat at breakfast time tomorrow." After a few more back-and-forths similar to that, he tried a different tactic - "When my mom goes to McDonald's, she lets me get something there." I definitely did not snap back "Well, that's because your mom is awesome and we suck!" Nope, I definitely did not say that.

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