Heather says:
Sometimes, when Mr. Heather is home, I take my laptop into the kitchen, load the recipe for what I’m creating onto one tab, and linger attending dishes that really don’t need me. I check my email, chat with Ivy, etc
“Can you get the baby? I’m busy making dinner!” Cue the sound of dishes rattling.
They get a nice meal, I get something of a break, it all comes out in the wash.
So Home Eccers, the Sunday Confessional is now open. Admit your imperfections in the comments or on your own blog and leave the link below.
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I collect all the garbage and put it outside at the back door and tell my husband that I couldn’t take it outside to the garbage can because I wasn’t dressed.
I learned this from my sister…..if she hasn’t had a very productive day she get the sweeper out…..and “forgets” to put it away …..it leaves the appearance of cleaning…..
I hate loading the dishwasher, so I save it till dinner. Any kid who HAS to ask me a question while I am cooking gets assigned dishwasher unloading. And most of the time reloading. LOL
Hubby is extremely picky eater and but he loves Burger King. Yesterday we’d agreed on another restaurant, but #3 didn’t want to go there, which he knew she wouldn’t, so they decided to go to BK. So I told him fine, tomorrow we got to the restaurant I choose; we eat out after church. He agreed to stop an argument. THen #3 asked where?
I replied with a restaurant that serves Pasta which he not only hates, but that’s all they serve and all three kids love. Suddenly we were ordering food for #3 and going to my restaurant to eat it.
Now that I know, that pasta joint is going to be where I want to go every time we eat out. No more BK for me!
I forgot, I started peeling wallpaper down because we are redoing the UR with new paint and tile. #3 wanted to help, so I got her started, and I am reading email.
This morning my hubby and three of our children were up at 8:00. I had gone to bed late and then had to wake up to pee in my bed in the middle of the night so I was still tired and the baby was still sleeping next to me. I pretended to still be sleeping with her and my husband got up with the others. I fell back to sleep and at 11 was awoken to breakfast in bed by my husband. he was sick of waiting for my to wake up to make him breakfast so him and the oldest made it and that was his way of telling me I needed to get up:)
Angela,
Next time you have to wake up to pee, use the potty. LOL Just teasing, I know what you mean. You deserve a little sleepin every now and then. And breakfast in bed too. Even with pouting, it’s still breakfast in bed.
Ah to sleep late. Perchance to dream. These days, 7:30 seems decadent.
I come here to learn these masterful talents. I mean.. I come here for the pizza. yeah.. that’s it..
I’m out of excuses. None work in my house. I’d say that my headache interrupts making dinner.. a lot.. but I really do have a headache..
Could you please go put the whites into my dryer, while you are all running around being wonderful mommy’s? I can’t find my big girl panties today. Really.