Thursday, June 13, 2013

End of School Daze

This was the last week of school for the monkey and the prince.  Insert tear.  Followed by panic attack and massive freak out.  And a shot of whiskey.  Crap, out of whiskey; practice breathing techniques.  Breathe in red, breathe out blue.  In red, out blue.  Repeat mantra 'I got this'.  Moving on...Don't get me wrong, I love these little kids of mine.  I mean loooove.  But staying home with them?  Day after day?  Never dreamed that little picture.  Since I'm so not the planner, I am depending on the three year old monkey to keep things in check.  Nothing like a little adult responsibility to teach her about the real world, right?

We celebrated the week with all sorts of awesomeness like...

 Painting nails multiple times.  I don't know where she gets her indecisiveness from.  
Or maybe I do.  No, I don't.


Covering herself in One Direction stickers.  Because she's awesome like that.


 Eating breakfast in the corner on the floor.  Why use that chair two feet in front of me at the table?  That's crazy mom.  I'll eat my food here on the floor where the dog can get to it and I can cry about him taking it.  Like I do ever day.  Pavlov?  Who's Pavlov?!?


Practicing super hero moves, because you never know when that monster, lion, tiger, bear, giant head, garbage truck, sun, or any other random thing will really come in her room at night.  
Like really for real.



 The monkey's awesome school threw her a last day party.  She will miss her teachers and friends so much!  The little prince too.  We're all so sad they will not be going there anymore.

On a positive note, they both got a taste of the deliciousness called cake.  I'm pretty sure the prince's world changed today with each tasty tiny morsel he devoured.  I'm hoping he doesn't master this new word in his sleep tonight and wake up demanding his breakfast be cake...but then again, if someone were to make it and drop it off at the house (ehm, hint, hint), who am I to refuse him?  I would gladly be his humble cake servant.  And hers.  And mine.  Mmmm, cake.


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