Oh yeah, Saturday morning in good ol’ Baltimore City! The Big Guy, my sis and I tried to take The Pack to free admission day at the Baltimore Zoo. Well, to make a long story short, after close to two hours in the car we hadn’t even made it off of I-83. Apparently every other parent in the surrounding areas also had the same idea. The Big Guy made an executive decision to keep on going into the city and make a day at the National Aquarium in Baltimore. It was fun. Most importantly, The Babe found Nemo. By the way, The Big Guy was in an awesome mood. I guess that wellbutrin really does work after all!

We hit every bathroom that that the Aquarium had. That’s right, all of them. We took 5 bathroom breaks in 3 and a half hours. And what’s the deal with all the adults there without kids pushing to the front of the glass? I understand we are very fortunate to have so many cool places within driving distance, but you’re twice the height of the kids trying to see the damn fish. Reach your big-ass arm up above their heads and take you digital camera pic. Or at least wait until they get out of the way after getting a good view. The Pack was very patient in waiting, at least we appear to be doing something right.

This would be what my laundry area looked like this morning. The Big Guy just pulls everything out of the dryer to get what he wants. Oh boy, to be a man. Let’s see, he is responsible for taking a crap, getting a shower, hmmm, and that is about it on the weekends. Holy hell is that tough. Don’t worry, he will help me fold it later, I’m not his mommy! Also, we did fire the cleaning lady. I am back on the cleaning wagon. Yeah. The Big Guy did promise to help. I will keep you posted on that one. LOL.

Yes, that is a piece of poop courtesy of the youngest mongrel, Dexi. How would you like to wake up to that almost every morning? Why doesn’t he get it? Is his brain broken? Is he defiant? Or is he just plain dumb? Yup, that one, his brain is the size of a walnut. We would get rid of him but he does make us some money. We stud him, and might I add he is darn good at it. The Big Guy says it is from observing what happens in our bedroom. Ok, that would explain why he was “latched” on quicker than any other dog I have ever seen.

There he is, oh what a freakin’ beauty! You never know, he might just go to “the farm” one day.

This is where Sunday morning got good. Damn right. That is The Babe’s bedroom. I made the mistake of laying in bed for an hour this morning. I was up all night with her. By the way, The Big Guy was on the computer, “taking care” of the kids. Whatever! Does this look like adult supervision?

As I continued down the hallway, I came upon The Tribe. Yes, that is a beanbag on top of the bed. Safety first. We will definitely get parents of the year. At least they are clothed, even though they are in dress ups. The Tribe are going to be nudists. I am so sick of seeing heiney cracks and, as they say, “ghinas”, I could scream. Do they know it is still winter? Who cares? I guess they are free spirits. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, huh?

That damn pile of clothes has been moved, refolded and moved back three times now. I should get a clue and put them away, but that would take effort. Why am I so lazy sometimes? I need to call one of my close friends for a reality check. I need to hear that it is ok to sit down for more than ten minutes and to enjoy the cotton pickin’ day. Phone call to Weezy is now on the list for this morning! Maybe I should go take my wellbutrin. If only there was a magic pill that worked like that, it would be sold out.

The Big Guy nabbed some goodies for this morning. I gave him the choice of cleaning up the mess The Tribe had made or going to Wawa. Guess which he chose? Hey, I am thankful for the cup of joe and sugary, non diabetic, donuts that I shoved in my face. The kitchen island has never looked so appetizing. OMG were the treats so good!

So, I should probably add to my list, take a shower. Why you say. Mommy doesn’t like the greasy, make-up smeared, funky teeth, non bra wearing self that is her in the morning. Yeah, I’m pretty gross. I am such a tomboy, always will be I guess. I am reading one of my guilty pleasures, people magazine. What would life be without the little things? Time to get my big ol’ butt up and do something productive, maybe even wash my face. If I want any chance of getting lovin’ tonight, I need to at least put deodorant on. The Big Guy doesn’t ask for much! LOL.

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