Note to Self

Next time, when you're bored with your Mom-ness and "settled in" looks, DO NOT tell your stylist (fancy word for hairdresser) "Surprise Me." And definitely, absolutely DO NOT do such a silly thing one week before you've scheduled your yearly family pictures.

You'll thank me for this.

Note to the Maid

Please be advised that failure to remove writing utensils from a 5-year old boy's trousers will result in disastrous consequences to the entire dryer-full of laundry, as well as to the dryer itself. Such dire consequences will require much time and labor spent with a box of cotton swabs, a bottle of isopropyl alcohol and a keen eye for spying spots. Upon failure to completely remove such stains to the countless articles of clothing, cheap hairspray may be applied, while also crossing your fingers. The ultimate and unfortunate defeat will most likely necessitate complete disposal of said garments.

Therefore, be mindful to always check all trouser and shirt pockets of previously mentioned 5-year old little boy.

Lost in Route

I had written a fabulous, witty and entertaining post in my head last night. Something about philosophy, parenting styles and how my approach and technique is superior to Jay's. But that was at 2 AM with a munchkin attached, and by 8 AM and after 2 more crying fits (one mine, one the baby's) the insightful and amusing post was lost. Sorry.

Obviously, my technique isn't working; Spencer will probably be waking up twice a night for the next 10 years. The eye twitch has been joined by a hunched back and dark blue ocular luggage.