What a looker. Takes after the old lady don't he?I went to bed late and got up early. When I'm short on sleep it helps me get in character for Looney Mom Day. Sometimes on Looney Mom Day I am late to everything and burn the dinner and forget to be home when The Princess' friends are going to come over. On a really successful Looney Mom Day I'll just forget I have children.
Today I was in character so I added dirty clothes to the washer, but forgot to turn it on. They ended up not very clean.
I moved wet clothes to the dryer but forgot to change the dry time. They ended up not very dry.
As I stood staring at the dirty, wet clothes but not really thinking (which is very important on LMD) The Princess, The Pirate and The Pixie waltzed into hang out by my feet. Between the wall and my modern-woman's washtub there is, at most, a two-foot walk space. We were kind of squished. I pulled damp clothes out of the dryer and The Pixie put dry dirty things from the hamper into it. This is called "helping". It's important on Looney Mom Day to have helpers.
We were going to leave for the store soon which meant The Princess needed to change into civilian clothes. I pulled two things from the dryer, "There's these nice pink pants, and this nice Princess shirt. But oh...look here, the shirt is a little damp in spots. Well that's OK. It will dry."
We were going to leave for the store soon which meant The Princess needed to change into civilian clothes. I pulled two things from the dryer, "There's these nice pink pants, and this nice Princess shirt. But oh...look here, the shirt is a little damp in spots. Well that's OK. It will dry."
The Princess let suspicion show in her eyes. I defended my actions, "It's not wet. It's damp."
I am the Queen, even on Looney Mom Day, so she accepted the clothes and changed while The Pixie continued to help. The Pirate began asking something that sounded like, "Where's my real mom?" when Mr. Right came in the laundry room/two-foot wide space. He began sharing his words with me but today is Looney Mom Day so I wasn't really listening. Suddenly Mr. Right was interrupted by The Princess who exclaimed, "I just hate these damp spots!"
Mr. Right looked at her with eyes the size of quarters. I could tell he was not pleased with her choice of words. If he'd heard our earlier conversation he probably would have been. Like me. I was so pleased I was leaning against the wall laughing. And by the way, to read I was laughing doesn't really sound as funny as listening to me laugh. Actually what's really funny is listening to Mr. Right laugh...or my dad. If my dad laughs you will laugh too, usually.
Anyway, of course I explained to Mr. Right; "They were damp."
"Oh," he said with clarity, "with a 'p'."
But he's never read Little House on the Prairie so he doesn't know that little pitchers have big ears because our little pitcher gasped, "What?! No! This isn't pee! Agghhh...pee on my shirt?"
And I got to laugh more, which I do a lot on Looney Mom Day, mostly because I'm feeling too looney to care.
Mr. Right looked at her with eyes the size of quarters. I could tell he was not pleased with her choice of words. If he'd heard our earlier conversation he probably would have been. Like me. I was so pleased I was leaning against the wall laughing. And by the way, to read I was laughing doesn't really sound as funny as listening to me laugh. Actually what's really funny is listening to Mr. Right laugh...or my dad. If my dad laughs you will laugh too, usually.
Anyway, of course I explained to Mr. Right; "They were damp."
"Oh," he said with clarity, "with a 'p'."
But he's never read Little House on the Prairie so he doesn't know that little pitchers have big ears because our little pitcher gasped, "What?! No! This isn't pee! Agghhh...pee on my shirt?"
And I got to laugh more, which I do a lot on Looney Mom Day, mostly because I'm feeling too looney to care.