big girl pants
Ryan is hunting (aka armed-hiking-and-camping) this weekend.
Because he is a delightful, generous, and loving creature, he offered to buy me a day of babysitting while he's gone.
Last week we booked a babysitter to come from 10 to 8 tomorrow, so I would have an extra set of hands for lunch, naptime, dinner, and bedtime.
Fast forward to 20 minutes ago when she CANCELED.
Reasonable Katie: She's a very responsible person and I'm sure that she has a very good reason and/or a serious conflict, otherwise she wouldn't cancel on short notice like this. Sure, it's inconvenient, but I'll just realign my expectations for the weekend, and besides, my mother-in-law is coming over for a few hours on Sunday morning, so this really isn't--
Hysterical Katie: I will now send one hundred pounds of flaming dog poop to her house.
Reasonable Katie: Oh, come on. This is not a big deal. You know, this is actually a good thing, because that babysitting money can be put to better use.
Hysterical Katie: Yeah, like paying people for dog poop.
Reasonable Katie: Just stop. Quit bitching. Seriously. People have two kids with no help, Katie. Stop wallowing and put on your big-girl pants. Get over it.
Hysterical Katie: OK. Good point. Big-girl pants on. I'm over it.
Buster throws up on my big-girl pants.
Hysterical Katie: BRING ME THE POOP FROM THE DOGS THAT HAVE EATEN ALL OF THE TUNA SALAD AND FUNFETTI BIRTHDAY CAKE.
PS, if you're wondering, this is what big-girl pants look like.
It should be said, however, that this is not what they look like on me.
REGARDLESS!
I'm wearing them. And I do feel bigger and badder. Bring it on, Saturday without a babysitter.
Have a great weekend everybody. May you all eat all of the pizza and drink one too many glasses of wine with lunch.
Because he is a delightful, generous, and loving creature, he offered to buy me a day of babysitting while he's gone.
Last week we booked a babysitter to come from 10 to 8 tomorrow, so I would have an extra set of hands for lunch, naptime, dinner, and bedtime.
Fast forward to 20 minutes ago when she CANCELED.
Reasonable Katie: She's a very responsible person and I'm sure that she has a very good reason and/or a serious conflict, otherwise she wouldn't cancel on short notice like this. Sure, it's inconvenient, but I'll just realign my expectations for the weekend, and besides, my mother-in-law is coming over for a few hours on Sunday morning, so this really isn't--
Hysterical Katie: I will now send one hundred pounds of flaming dog poop to her house.
Reasonable Katie: Oh, come on. This is not a big deal. You know, this is actually a good thing, because that babysitting money can be put to better use.
Hysterical Katie: Yeah, like paying people for dog poop.
Reasonable Katie: Just stop. Quit bitching. Seriously. People have two kids with no help, Katie. Stop wallowing and put on your big-girl pants. Get over it.
Hysterical Katie: OK. Good point. Big-girl pants on. I'm over it.
Buster throws up on my big-girl pants.
Hysterical Katie: BRING ME THE POOP FROM THE DOGS THAT HAVE EATEN ALL OF THE TUNA SALAD AND FUNFETTI BIRTHDAY CAKE.
PS, if you're wondering, this is what big-girl pants look like.
It should be said, however, that this is not what they look like on me.
REGARDLESS!
I'm wearing them. And I do feel bigger and badder. Bring it on, Saturday without a babysitter.
Have a great weekend everybody. May you all eat all of the pizza and drink one too many glasses of wine with lunch.