Step 12

No, I'm not talking about me finishing a treatment program for one of my many addictions intense interests.

I'd be talking about the 12th out of 32 steps required to put together the Mad Hatter's new swingset.

By both my husband and a very handy helper.

Who started at 8AM sharp this morning.

As I currently type this blog post at 12:58PM.

Hubby just informed me that said swingset might not be completed today.

Wonder who's going to explain that one to a very excited 4 year old.

I think the MH and I are heading for the playground and some shopping . . . maybe she'll forget what Daddy and his friend are up to.

Overheard . . .

This morning after 2 hours of lovely non-stop chatter in bed, MH decided to get up and do some "cleaning".

This cleaning consisted of her tying one of her good jackets around her waist and telling me "Mommy, I need this so I can clean your house.".

Petrified at the idea that she might ruin her jacket (while scratching my head in wonder at why she would need a jacket tied around her waist to clean, and why this isn't the first time I've seen and heard her about to do this), I told her to find Daddy and ask him for a rag to clean with.

She spent the last half hour or so puttering around and swinging that rag around.

And doing things like swiping my new glasses off my nightstand with the swinging rag.

She "finished" our bedroom and went off on her way to do the rest of the house.

When she came back and told us she was done, Daddy decided to pay her for her hard work and gave her a dollar for her piggy bank.

Her first response?

"No Daddy, I want money."

Daddy explained that this was money, it was a dollar bill, which was way better than coins.

Her response?

"Daddy, next time I want TWO dollars."

Daddy found it funny preposterous.

I challenge him to find a cheaper cleaning lady.

When Daddy Cuts the Cheese

Sometimes I wonder where this stuff comes from. I swear, we couldn't make it up if we wanted to.


Let's set the scene: MH and I are in bed (it's 7:27AM) watching TV. Daddy is in the bathroom clipping his toenails.


MH: Daddy's cuttin' cheese
Me: (incredulous, and thinking I'm having another misheard moment) What's Daddy doing?
MH: He's just clipping his nails.
Me: Oh. Did he tell you he was cutting cheese?
MH: No. He just does that in the kitchen.
Me: Really? When does he do that?
MH: On Fridays.


Daddy: (under his breath) Daddy cuts the cheese everyday, not just on Fridays.
Mommy: silently agrees.
Daddy: You're not going to blog about this are you?

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I'm that quick this morning. Daddy just came over and said, seriously, you're already blogging about this? Nothing is off limits, huh? I'll pay you back tonight with some fresh cheese.


Don't worry honey, I get paid plenty. I'm stocked up for, say, a lifetime.