I woke up without anything pressing to talk about. I could talk about my viewpoints on National Service (oh, what a way to get everyone riled up), or I could talk about how I finally did my taxes, or perhaps another boring slideshow of my seedlings. No? How about who I'm leaning towards voting for President? Oh, not in the mood for politics this early in the morning? Well, gosh. What's a girl to talk about? I avoid the religion topic (again, why would I want to alienate most of the people who slide on by to read my posts?). No politics. No boring every day stuff like taxes.

Hmm.

Nothing to update on the vermicomposting. Still getting my bin set up and adding lots of food and cardboard for those wormies. Nate loves to point at food as I'm readying it for the bin, "Mommy, look, worm food! Where are the worms?" It's cute. Just trust me on this, ok?

Oh, I know! We could talk about how I'm a bad mom. No, really. I am. I've got two exhibits for you.

Exhibit 1
I often retreat into my office to work on school work, bills, you know. Grown up stuff. The kids are gated out of this room because it holds my scrapbooking stuff. Knives, scissors, reels of ribbon, etc. I not only don't want them to poke their eyes out, cut holes in their shirt (Nate's done this before), or other safety related issues, I also don't want them to make a big mess.




Bonus reason. This girl's hair should be up in an elaborate braided beautiful hair arrangement. Instead, it's hanging in her eyes.


If she could talk, she'd say, "Mommy, pleeeease let me in?"

Exhibit 2
When my kids walk around with things on their head, instead of telling them its a safety issue and they shouldn't do it, I laugh and take pictures.






Ironically, the shirt with the hole in it. Look above Elmo's hand.

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