Brinn decided to hitch a ride when we got lost.
She was tired and being stubborn, but if you say “ready, set, go” she’ll start running.
Shaye woke up from her nap in the Ergo.
I think it’s time to go to Sonic for Happy Hour! Slushy Time!!
I found beetles in it! Who knew a little bug could inspire such big things. As in a big bill.
Between all of the containers I ran out and bought, or food I tossed, this was a pricey project.
I don’t think it will ever happen again though…
I’ve never dealt with such terrible customer service, or disregard for children in my life. Thanks to incompetence on your part- postponing the flight over and over and finally cancelling it, you left me stranded in the airport with no answers, with 2 babies in my arms. I had a sick 2 year old, and a 9 month old baby. I ran out of food for my infant, and had another child with a fever- BY MYSELF. It wasn’t something uncontrollable like weather, it was incompetence by Delta. To make matters worse, there was another flight going to Charlotte at 5pm. When our flight time was changed to 5pm, the girl at the desk reassured me that we would be boarding ANY MINUTE and I didn’t need to switch flights…yet 8 men were able to get on that flight DITCHING their luggage. I didn’t even HAVE luggage- I had BABIES. Thanks to you I didn’t get my starving baby and sick child home until 11:30pm that night. I’m writing this letter asking for either some kind of compensation, or at least write me back and let me know you could care less so that I start using US Air, considering I fly in and out of Charlotte.
You stuff a giant bowl of this crap in your face, that’s what.
Damn you, Sponge Bob.
Mom’s next big mistake…
Brinn loves to go to Petsmart with me for Circe’s grooming. We took our usual Petsmart tour- to the fish, the rodents, the fish, the cats, and back to the fish. She asked for a fish.
Stupid mommy said okay, as if I have nothing better to do. Oh, and we already have a Beta, “Blueberry”, that Maeve severely neglects. But they had small fish tanks with a filter on sale so I thought that was a great idea.
Once I got home and started putting it together, minute by minute I realized it was a huge mistake. I get everything settled, and set it on the large dresser in her room. We talked about how we don’t touch the tank or put things in the tank.
She laid down for naptime and was reading herself a book. My friend stopped by an hour later and Brinn was still talking in her bed. We snuck up the stairs and could here her talking, “oh fishy fishy! blah blah blah fishy….” Cute. Then I looked in her room.
She’s on top of her dresser, soaking wet, lid off the tank, and a very jolted fish gasping in the water. “I get the fishy” she said with a smile.
I don’t think so. Fishy is now in the bathroom. That is, until he dies as a result of today’s trauma.