A friend at work said to me yesterday, "Sometimes I think if you put a camera on your kids and your family and just taped it, it would make for hilarious YouTube stuff."
And right then I flashed back to earlier this week. There I was, getting ready for work. Rocking a good hair day. It's rare, so you note the moments that they happen. And good hair meant I had followed it with a cute outfit. I was in a dry clean only dress and was halfway through pulling up my tights. As in one-leg-in, one-leg-not. Eli, who had shockingly (italics=sarcasm) snuck into our bed, started to roll around complaining of a sore back. And before I knew it, he was throwing up in our bed.
I grabbed him and ran to the bathroom. Have you seen me run? It's not good. Especially at 6:00 a.m. And as I ran, he continued to get sick. Remember that one leg in the tights? Yeah, not good on a floor that a kid is getting sick on and you are running on and you haven't had coffee on, not on the floor, but on your wherewithal, and by wherewithal I mean your brain, as in your reflexes are not awake yet...not good.
Before I knew it I had slipped and was falling. Hard. Slamming my head into the wall and my hip into the scale. (Which, side note, yes, I did wonder when I hit the scale with great force what weight it registered. But then I really didn't want to know.)
But I digress.
Cue: Unrelated story. Moving on. Yes, sometimes our life just couldn't be more ridiculous. Like last night when the kids were waiting for dinner and turned on a movie and I looked over to see this:
Oh. This is so blackmail material someday.
