I’m at the point with this blog where I’ve missed so much that I don’t even know how to catch up. So, I’m not going to really try. I’m just going to start from where I am because that’s the best place to start.

Thus, I’m just going to tell you that I feel the need to start documenting all of the things that I know my girls will talk about in therapy one day. For example, today I put an egg timer in the shower with them and told them that they had to be out of the shower in 10 minutes.

So, dear future therapist of my children, yes, I did time their showers. There I admit it. Save yourself the effort and talk about something else, perhaps something that someone else did. Because, frankly, I’m not sorry about it.

Not that I should have to explain myself to you, but I did it because they could (and have) stayed in there for 30 minutes without ever picking up a bar of soap. And, I pay for that water. Actually, it’s not even the money. It’s the simple fact that it doesn’t take 30 minutes to wash a 4 foot frame and some hair. Seriously. It just doesn’t. There I said it. Go ahead and judge. It’s a Stalinist regime up in these parts, and they’ll have to live with it until they are old enough to see you.

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