Yes. As a matter of fact, I DO bribe my children to stay in their own beds at night. It works. Don't judge me. In less than a week, they'll forget about that candy I won't see them for 11 hours straight at night for months on end. Usually, it's a stomach flu or thunderstorm that will break the habit, and all of a sudden my double bed is stuffed full of kids by 3am. So, a few nights of promising refined sugar in the morning, and Viola!
My poor, deprived, socially stunted children don't watch much TV. We rent movies on the weekends, use TV for a reward, and reserve it for long stretches of illness. Thank you, PBS, for saving my life when all of my kids are vomiting with fevers and I just need an hour or two to catch up on laundry! However, I have decided that 30 minutes between lunch and naps is a GREAT time for some cartoons! This is my garage. Those are my two later-nappers. That is the giant screen TV from 1980 or so; we inherited it from my husband's parents when they upgraded a few years ago. That is the treadmill that I bought off craigslist, which I use for those 30 minutes. A.W.E.S.O.M.E.
This is one of the torn up, 15-year-old duffel bags, that my rock star DJ husband has been hauling cords and music in for the last several years.
These are the bins I bought to replace the duffel bags. I can't believe DJ Steele has been rockin' it in such ghetto style for so long.
When you have no bottom teeth, you use a lot of determination and facial expressions to chow down a peanut butter cookie ice cream sandwich. Those sandwiches are so good, and I think about them every minute I'm on my treadmill watching Max and Emmy at 11:30am.
I will probably end up framing this picture of Reise. When I said-make a normal face-this is not exactly what I had in mind. But, she's right, this IS normal for her. Love her so much, I can hardly stand it.
Dear Dt. Mt. Dew, I know you are not a healthy beverage choice. I know that by drinking you, I am filling myself with chemicals and replacing healthy drinks like WATER. I can't help it. I love you. You lace my mornings and afternoons with happiness. You make me a better (or maybe just a more alert) mom, I SWEAR. If I die sooner because of your toxic affect on my body, so be it. I will die a happy woman.
Morning candy, mid-day TV, soda guzzling, ice cream cookie eating...sounds horrific ;) You do what you gotta do, right?
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