It is Sunday night and I am SO BORED. Which is dumb in that "only boring people get bored" kind of way. And also in that "I am the only adult in the house and while I am in here randomly searching the interweb for entertainment my children are running amock" kind of way. (Not that I think they are going to hurt themselves or each other...I'm not a terrible mom or anyhing. But I did just clean the carpets on Friday. And they have a bad history involving white carpet and crayola markers. I'm just sayin.)
Why does this happen to me on Sunday night? Ok. Well. I know. It's because I am so, like, Over. It. on Sunday night. Over refereeing. Over cooking. Over cleaning. Over thinking of fun memory making family activities. Just over it. I want to sit on the couch and watch something totally stupid like that Jersy Shore show on MTV that I keep hearing about. Total trainwreck. Perfect Sunday night fodder. But I can't, because MTV isn't Nickelodeon. And that is the only channel my TV will go to apparently. Well. Ok. Nick and ESPN. But I am pretty sure that's it.
Anyway. Lucky for us - that's YOU and ME dear readers. Because I finally got around to visiting a blog that Mr. G has been telling me about, and it is FEEEnominal. Check it:
The owner and writer of said blog is a second cousin of ours. And now I would like to officially put in a request for her to adopt me.
Um. In some very strange Twilight Zone moment, my children have just requested air popped pop corn for dessert. So I think the only thing I can do is make it for them quickly.
Enjoy your last few moments of weekend.