so i get up and realize that my desk chair, where i sit to catch up on news in the morning, is gone. 9yo has co-opted it so that her stuffies can sit and watch her play a game on her computer. there are like 10 other chairs in the house. but somehow i was the bad guy when i asked for my chair back. *sigh*
so today i come home after a very long, seriously awful day and go looking for my monkeys. 6yo is in the bathroom. when i go in to say hi, she announces that she has gone no. 2 and needs help wiping. this completes my day.
got home today and before i could even put down my purse and bag, 6yo runs up to me with a bloody top lip. apparently she was trying to do a handstand and somehow kneed herself in the mouth. *sigh*
the upside is that she made one of her slightly loose front teeth looser.
quickly followed by…
9yo: daddy smartly hit my shin.
me: daddy, give her scooter back!!!
9yo: oooh, hand to hand combat!!!
me: daddy, stop biting the children!!!!!
9yo has decided that daddy says so many inappropriate things around them that she is going to hold daddy word lessons on how to speak around children. LMAO
while at disney…
6yo: you know there are 8 dwarves.
me: no, i’m pretty sure there are only 7.
6yo: no, there’s 8. the 8th one is named crazy and he runs around with a chainsaw like this. [holds arms up above head like wielding a chainsaw and makes a horrible face and yells.]
me [to daddy]: can we leave her here? she’s starting to scare me.