I’m not going to lie to you. This has been a weekend of YANK THE REIGNS BACK, NELLY! because of all THE BUSY.
You know, what with sending the boy off on a three-day trip with his youth group, and getting the report that the boy puked on his trip, because of BAD BURGER, and then completely gutting the boy’s bedroom and hauling out four (ONE, TWO, THREE and FOUR!!) Hefty garbage bags full of… well… garbage, and organizing his closet and then THE SUPERBOWL and THE CARBS, so I’ll just leave y’all with this tonight, because oh, my! It speaks a solid word of truth.
At least at our house.
I imagine at OTHER HOUSES this doesn’t hold true, because maybe they have quiet little babies who do sit still during all the rocking. But at OUR HOUSE, this is solid gold truth.
Y’all have a happy Sunday night, and if you need us, we’ll be undergoing a carbohydrate detox program to try to bring our metabolisms back from their mini-corndog and pizza shock. Next year, I’m voting for lettuce leaves and ice water for the Superbowl.