Please tell me if I am inviting total insanity and abject misery into my home and heart if I send my otherwise not busy step son to a carpet laying class at the hardware store, have him enlist the help of his friends and replace our carpeting on the upper level for say $300. I am really, seriously considering this. That would be crazy? Right? Bloggy pals, help me out. Talk me 'in' or 'out' of this insanity, please!
If my oldest child doesn't STFU in about a second, I am pretty sure my brain will explode. What I am hearing is this...
LB: Where are your car keys?
LB: C'mon Mom, I need 'em.
LB: A coffee drink! You didn't get me one.
LB: When are you going to buy me another one of those coffee drinks? (yes Tanya, I took your advice!)
LB: When are you going to get me another game for my DS?
LB: You're gonna find my gym clothes for tomorrow.
LB: Oh man, the baby is waking up.
LB: Why are you crying? *fine, I'm extrapolating here*
The above speech (my son's take on a soliloquy...for sure!) was uttered without him taking a single breath, about two inches from my ear. *sigh*
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