For the love of all things holy, can't anyone do anything about the towels?
We have a basket full of beach towels. It has been completely emptied and washed twice today. Bath towels? Don't even start me on the bath towel consumption. They're sly, sly I tell you. You can't even see them when they do it. Actually, they have no idea they're doing it despite my long, windy-assed admonishments about using one towel for the day.
As you see, I made it back from Wal-Mart mostly unscathed. Now, if you know me at all, you know I love Target. I would like to marry Target. However, since I am already married, I will never be Mrs. Busy Target. If I could marry Target, then we could go out with Mr. and Mrs. BedHeadSmallTalk.
At any rate, after tallying up the things I
wanted needed, it became clear that I could get them all done in one stop. And, as many of you know, when you have kids, it's all about "gotta go, gotta hurry" when you've left the spouse at home with all of 'em.
Well, OK, I'm supposed to say that. Yeah, I hurry when I'm out sans kids so I can get back. Right. Really, really I do. Seriously...
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