I really should think about what I'm doing to myself when I serve semolina as couscous to two 2 year olds. The sticky teeny, tiny grains all under the table, in the highchairs, and stuck in the slats of the wooden table. Makes me wonder why I clean in the first place!
Yes, it's another day of me chasing Bubba-Love and his buddy around the house. Ever so exciting and of great importance in this world, I know. All I hope for is that both of them are alive and unboo-booed by the time French Me comes to pick up her bubba this afternoon.
Of course, Bubba-Love has decided to master his tackling ability again today so this could be a tall order. He looks like he could play prop for England with those mighty Frankenstiches in his head.
They are both down for a nap now so I think I will sneak off and try to do something that makes me feel organized, important, dedicated and well appreciated.
I'll be matching up socks.