She said:
This was the first night in weeks that I got home at a reasonable time, 5:15, and found the much needed cleaning mojo I needed to straighten up the house.
“He” took them to, what we thought was, their last gymnastics class of the session, but it turned out it was the first class of the new session, which we did not sign up for… OOPS! #stupidparentmistakes – they did let the girls join in on a session for free, which was super nice, of course.
In any case, by the time they all got back from class and some very exhaustive boot/shoe shopping, it was late and the munchkins were toast.
Another 20 minutes of the two of them drawing out the whole bedtime routine, with such maladies as, “mommy, I have a hangnail.” Or “mommy, I can’t find my ballerina bunny!” -you know? The ballerina bunny she hasn’t batted an eye at for three months straight?!???! And suddenly, at this moment, the five year old is in the midst
of a melodramatic meltdown over this mysterious toy??? Well, it’s obvious I’m rambling….so the end of the story, after we finally got the kids off to sleep, looked something like this:
forkworthyeats 