I knew Wednesday was going to be a busy day. We were driving south to spend the day visiting one of my sisters and her family. So, Tuesday night I decided I better make sure I had all of my gym stuff so I could get out the door early, before we left on our road trip.
The thing is that July 3, Independence Day Eve as it were,
Thank you to whichever child put the bag of condiments from Del Taco away last week. It’s always nice when someone puts something away. And, whoever you are, you put it right where it goes on the shelf in the pantry. Good job.
It’s a rare and special treat for me, as your mom,
So yesterday I admitted that our fridge is gross a lot of the time, and that I had sought the guidance of an unnamed household guru, today we’ll call her “Smartha,” in an effort to properly combat that problem. Unfortunately, Smartha apparently lives in a Utopian world where mess and thus children do not exist. Still, her advice is not completely without merit. It’s great for a laugh.
If You Don’t Clean Your Refrigerator Coils You Will Die
Our fridge is gross most of the time. The interval between just got cleaned and just turned disgusting is measurable in increments smaller than the differences in Olympic time trial running times. It’s like I shut the door on a sparkling clean family fridge and open two seconds later to find a frat house appliance. It’s scary.
My kids’ school had a fire drill the last day of school. I’m not sure they really benefitted from that one. Let’s face it, few of us ever benefitted from the monthly fire drill at school beyond getting some extra time to mess around and maybe to push off a math test.
But, since school has primed our kids to be ready for drills,