At least their room now smells of lavender, making one think that I am a doting, tireless mother who dabbles in aromatherapy, gives my wee ones aura massages and let's them collect
But to my credit, Brock and I were doing a stellar job this evening with our tag team parenting, as we cleaned the boys room and prepared them for
Brock noticed my guttural cry for help and kindly said, "Here- let me do that.", as he reached for the sheets.
As I pulled myself back up to a semi-upright position, I shamefully said to Brock, who is 10 years my senior, "I'm sorry. I know you thought that you were getting some sort of a prize when you picked me."
Brock replied, "IIIIIIIiiiiiii.... er.... yeah. That's why I never gamble. I'm just not good at it."
I couldn't even pretend to not hear him as I was searching for my ear horn because I was laughing too hard.
And that is how we roll on a Saturday night. So if you'll excuse me, it's now movie time. By the sound of the cheesy theme music, Brock has chosen yet another ancient western flick; meaning that I now have time to look at facebook and focus some attention to that callous on my foot.
How do you spend your Saturday nights? Tell me please, so that Brock and I may live vicariously through you.
Peace, Love and lavender butt goo,