We didn't have a single flake of snow actually stick to anything. The few that fell were washed away by the rain. Stupid meteorologist. That's the best job ever. You can be wrong EVERY DAMN DAY and still get paid. Nice.
In other news, Middle finally has two molars. He has the nasty diapers to prove it. OY. Little is working on them. Poor kid's mouth is so swollen he is beginning to resemble Stewie Griffin. It's sad and frightening.
Good news: The Father returns tomorrow from a week in Omaha. HUZZAH!! I'm thinking I should LEAVE tomorrow for a week anywhere just to show him the love. Then again, I actually like my kids, and think he might let them win and that wouldn't be pretty.
I'm ready for a weekend of relaxing, but just looking around, it's obvious that it will take me all damn weekend just to fold the friggen piles of baby clothes. OMG. The socks multiply and divide, daily. Plus, they're so tiny. It's mind numbing. I swear, I see why dirty old men go sock-less. Shoe stink be damned. It's less laundry, less matching, less drawer space. I think they're on to something.
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