In other news, I made it through week one of Blogger Idol. Whoot!!! I truly think it was the help of my audience that pulled me through and I can't thank you enough for another round of stress and anxiety. I kid! Sort of. It is definitely stressful but I'm looking forward to it because I was so sure I would be booted in round one. THAT DAMN HTML AND GRAMMAR... WHO NEEDS IT?!
I'm sure I have a zillion stories to tell you from this week but the only one that comes to mind is a crabby one, about me trying to find a single freakin hair brush this morning. Just one stupid brush is all I needed! There's piles of crap EVERYWHERE. No one bothers to pick up or put shit away. I'm not saying I'm not to blame, it's just that... COME ON, GUYS!
I stepped on a frickin I'm really censoring here Matchbox car that blends perfectly into our rug, I stubbed my toe on a box of Barbies and got a paper cut looking for that effing brush on the desk. J ended up finding it somewhere in the living room, where I also looked in for about 20 minutes and could not find.
So. This weekend I will either take a flame thrower to my house or peoples currently residing there will pick up their shit! I will be at Barnes and Noble looking for a book on grammar to brush up my skills for next week's Blogger Idol assignment.
Who am I kidding? I'll be there for about 0.2 seconds because I really need that book but I'll be back home doing laundry and pick up after the little ones and wiping their butts.
Also fist bump to Target for carrying this gloriousness. I mean really, it was like you read my mind.
I bought five.
And a package of Oreos.
I have no self-control.