ramblings of a Southern sass

If you haven’t noticed…I’ve been a bloggin fool this week.

It may have something everything to do with the fact that my alarm clock was set for 6:30 a.m. every morning this week.

For you grown ups who are not currently squeezing every last drop that you can out of college this is totally normal.

You see 6:30 twice a day, 5 days a week. You wake when it’s still dark outside. You’re 4 hours into your day before I even wake up. To you I say, bless your sweet heart. You deserve cookies…or a cocktail. Whichever you prefer or your age allows.

The reason I’ve been up at the stinkin’ crack of dawn everyday this week — LB and I were overnight sitting for family while their parents were in Bermuda, Bahamas, come on pretty mama.

I know. Us? Babysit? Shock-errrrr.

So here is what I’ve been up to (other than blogging my life away).

Monday: Happy Pi (3.14) Day! No luck finding pie so we settled for cupcakes and brownies from Canvas Bakery.

Tuesday: Skiiiiiiip. Nothing exciting this day. I took a nap because my body was in shock.

Wednesday: Kept the boys post church tradition alive with Chick-fil-A milkshakes.

Thursday: Happy St. Patrick’s Day! We choose to celebrate with breakfast for dinner.

Yes, those are green eggs and green pancakes.

For dessert we headed on over to Chick-fil-A (for the 2nd day in a row…sorry I’m not sorry) and continued the celebration with green Ice Dreams.

Friday: I worked a 12-hour shift for the family I normally nanny. This is how I found Anna when I went to check on her taking a shower…

So then this convo inferred:

Me: “Anna, what in the WORLD are you doing??”

Anna: “What do you mean?”

Me: “Um. Well, you have lotion…in your pants.”

Anna: “Oh…that. I was stretching out my pants so I could eat more at dinner.”

Me: “Oh. Yeah, of course. Good idea.”

Just a normal day in the life.

That night the boys stayed at friend’s houses so LB and I had mommy-daddy date night (she’s the boy because she’s taller). Out date consisted of Steak’n’Shake followed by posting up on the couch to watch March Madness. The only time we moved was to our beds. Yep. We’re old.

So there you have it. Life as a mother of two.

Call me a grandma but I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to sleep in my own bed again.