Bad Mommy

To start, let me just say the exciting news has been delayed, for all involved, until at least late tomorrow. =( I hate waiting.

I am a bad mommy. For shame. First, the tooth fairy forgot to come and take middle bebe's tooth away and leave a treat. Oh she was in tears. My mind has obviously been elsewhere. I ran out of excuses, like maybe the tooth fairy had an upset tummy and didn't want to puke on anyone in the middle of the night. Maybe her wing was injured mid-flight. Maybe she got lost and couldn't find the tooth because middle's bed had so many stuffed animals that night. I am a bad liar. I guess maybe that's a blessing in disguise. Because I don't even bother, except with my kids. And that make it worse. She wrote a note to the tooth fairy asking if everything was all right. The tooth fairy MAGICALLY appeared and left a dollar for each night that the tooth had been there for the taking. All is well....until...

My bebes have this AWFUL loud singing bear thing in a tutu. It's hideous and obnoxious. It sings a Grease song but the batteries are starting to go so half way into it it's very out of tune and painfully loud to hear (no volume control). I despise this bear. I've tried hiding it and hoping they would forget it. No. They went looking, pulled it back out and pushed that stupid button over and over again. Argh. Who in their right mind gives a child a noisy toy? Grandma bought one but it stays at her house. Totally fair. I must have blocked it from memory who gave us this toy. So..... I made a dump run this weekend. While the kids were in the living room watching a movie with hubby, I cleaned out their room. Then I saw the bear. Do I? Don't I? Sure, what the heck. I toss it in there. Hahahaha. I grab the bag of garbage and start to head into the hallway. I hit that bag on the door jam and that bear starts singing (from the garbage bag.) WILL IT NEVER STOP? I duck back into the room and shut the door and wait for that stupid bear to make it thru its entire stupid song. And then I proceed. When we're at the dump, the kids think they see a glimpse of it as I'm throwing it as hard as I can into the dump pit. Oh no. What now? I tell them I don't think it was in there, and we should look for it when we get home. LIAR! Bad Mommy!

I go back to work tomorrow. I am ready, I think. It's been nice to be home with hubby and the bebes, but the time has come. And hubby feels so much better that he will NOT STOP TALKING. I love him and I'm glad he feels better. If he could just shush for a little bit that'd be great.

So with that. Yes. I think I'm ready to go back to work. I really miss my morning routine of chai or coffee and listening to the radio on my way to work. There's been none of that these last 2 weeks. And hopefully being busy at work tomorrow will keep my mind on more productive things than just wondering about the outcome of tomorrow night. Stay tuned.....