it's a damn good thing there's no alcohol in this house right now
Tim didn't want to pay someone to haul the branches away from our tree-trimming extravaganza.
This is now what the corner of my backyard looks like. (I know it's dark and sort of hard to see, but it's like The Blair Witch Project that way.)
I love the man. I really, really do. But sometimes it's like he's new to this whole Being-Married-to-Katie Thing. Maybe the camo tarp was so I wouldn't see it?
Must. Not. Freak. The F*ck. OUT.
(breathing ... breathing ... breeeeeeeaaaathing.)
God I want a bottle of something. Wine? Maybe cough syrup?
More to come... including Little E VIsits the ER!
UNRELATED YET ALSO INDICATIVE OF MUCH: Took Little E to the E.R. last night, where he received skin glue (???) for a cut chin following a football mashup. In the car on the way, bloody rag under his bleeding mouth, he said ... "Well Mom, at least I tackled him down"
I was like, "Yup buddy, you sure got him." What else do you say?
SHOULDA SEEN IT COMING: The doc said not to remove the skin glue until it fell off on its own. Little E. (or one of his friends, he won't say for sure) ripped it off today. Figures. Now the kid has no shot at decent facial hair as an adult.
Parenting Failure #4325 is in the books.

