So, we’re over a week into the New Year and I’ve got a big old bucket o’ bupkis for this marginally trafficked blog. At least James is doing something productive with the credit card offers clogging his mailbox. The real one at the curb, that is.
Me? I’m running around like a nut trying to prep the place for Thing 1 and Thing 2 who could arrive at any moment, but will hopefully hang out with mama on the couch (she’s on bed rest) for six more weeks or so.
Oh, and I need a job. Again.
On the up side, I’m kicking off the year with some inappropriate violence:
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Me? I’m running around like a nut trying to prep the place for Thing 1 and Thing 2 who could arrive at any moment, but will hopefully hang out with mama on the couch (she’s on bed rest) for six more weeks or so.
Oh, and I need a job. Again.
On the up side, I’m kicking off the year with some inappropriate violence:
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Another invented use of the word Jackola!
I took the test and it said I could only take on 1 5 year old. Something must be wrong with that website.
You are SO going to need to be able to beat up 31 5 year-olds with twins.
It said I could beat up 30. 🙂 That test should probably be a requirement for all future babysitters. 😉