Would you like to pay with your first or second born?
Adulthood makes you aware of such things.
WATCH IT! WE HAVEN'T MET OUR DEDUCTIBLE YET!
ABSOLUTELY NO FALLING ALLOWED.
I changed insurance plans this year, and that was about as good of a decision as the time I drove to Santee on the way to Columbia by mistake.
Round trip (adjective) = going around one's hiney to get to your elbow
My first inclination that this was going to be a hassle was when I picked up some ear drops for Emerson at the pharmacy. Last year they were around $40.
That'll be $208, ma'am. And make it quick.
My bad, I thought this was the pharmacy and not a stick-up. You heard right. Two hundred and eight whopping dollars. Did these ear drops come with a Dooney & Bourke bag?
Apparently I'm in the wrong profession. I need to be manufacturing Ciprodex drops.
Have you checked out Little Wayne's new music video?
Lots of little frustrating things have happened lately, and for some reason they all seem to take place at once. Am I right?
We had to have our kitchen floor re-grouted THREE TIMES, because it was done improperly the first two. I found this out after mopping the entire downstairs over and over to get rid of all the dust. If you've never had to deal with grout, consider yourself lucky. There was sand-like residue everywhere.
"Honey, I'm home!"
Then I opened our brand new dish washer after a cycle to find the soap smashed in the bottom, meaning nothing got washed!??!?
You had ONE job...
After much back and forth, would you believe that I was told the "pods" we were using weren't compatible, and we had to use liquid detergent? UGH!
That same afternoon- I kid you not- I was hand washing the dishes that hadn't been cleaned and grabbed the faucet to rinse...when it came off in my hand.
So Ryan gets under the sink and tightens it with all his might, which caused too much resistance on the hose, so the next time I turned on the water the faucet spun around 360 degrees like the exorcist.
I was at my wits' end, but as I always say...be thankful for what's going right. It can always get worse.
If you don't believe me, just check out this little pony I found on the ground last week...
Ouch. I can't make heads or tails of this situation.
But at least there have been lots of fun things to focus on, like...
1) Daycare being back in full swing
2) Mary Ann's wedding. Congratulations, Mrs. Crout! I was honored to be a part of your beautiful day.
3) Playing outside
...and inside.
4) GrandDaddy Glenn turning another year older.
Before the party we went to a few places in search of a gift. Emerson was fast asleep- I mean snoring- when we strolled in Toys R' Us. Truthfully, I was there to look for a puzzle for me, which is a resurrected obsession of mine.
These are the last two puzzles my Dad and I completed during my recent visits home.
No sooner did I turn the first corner in the toy store before Miss Priss was wide awake. Directly across from the puzzle aisle, as if it had been planted, was a fishing game that she and her friends play at daycare.
She carried that box around the entire store, making conversation with each fish. How could I possibly put it back?
#FishForTheWin
This was the first time she got something out of me at the toy store at her own request.
Next up, "Da-da, can I have that pink BMW, pretty please?"
Ay, yi yi. Every morning I get Emerson ready for daycare, and most of the time things go smoothly, but one morning recently everything went haywire. I was turning on the alarm to leave with bags under my eyes. Did I pack her lunch box? Coat? Do her socks match? Does she even have socks? What about my lunch? Wait, did I eat breakfast? And that's when I spotted them.
Dirty dishes. A pile of them. In the sink.
Ryan may not have cared, but I wasn't going to take any chances. I knew I didn't have enough time to wash them, so I frantically made a decision.
:::ten minutes later as I'm turning at a red light:::
CLING, CLING, CLANG, DING DING DING!!!
I confess. I threw the dishes in the back seat of my car, and I soon regretted it when I sounded like a grandfather clock with every turn.
The idea seemed good in my head, right? I thought I had hidden them. And that got me thinking. What else am I- or are we - throwing in the back seat of our cars or minds so that no one else will see them? The thing is, sin makes noise. It might not at first, but it will speak. If there is any type of sin or dishonesty in your life you have to get it out, because one way or another it will be make itself known.
My advice for this week: wash your dishes!
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