Question of the Day...

Mostly directed to those of us who are Noggin watchers (and you know who you are)....what the FUCK is this "Whoopi's Littleburg"? Why am I being subjected to Whoopi Goldburg, and multiple episodes no less? I just don't react well to change. This better not be a permanent schedule change because this show sucks ass. It sucks so bad, I put it on for the kids and Sara started crying.

So yesterday was Halloween. I only kept the girls in the costumes for a short time because it was so damn warm. And to my surprise, I didn't get that many trick or treaters. I mean, it was a Sunday, I figured people would be out in force. The doorbell started ringing at 6pm, and then it was ...the ethnic folk, if you know what I mean. Does a 15 year old REALLY need my Kit kats? I think not.

The MIL showed up yesterday (early of course). I was in the yard, hanging out laundry (YAY!! Finally got the clothes washed). I came in the house and said "Oh, gee. I didn't hear you come in. I was outside hanging laundry". MIL says "OH! That's great. I can't wait till I have a house where I can hang laundry outside.".

Lions, 1. Christians, 0.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. Now, I know I'm a bit of an overprotective mother, but I made a point of asking them to wash their hands before handling the girls. I'm not going to be able to get a flu shot this season, and it doesn't look like the girls are going to get one either, so I need to be really dilligent about them coming into contact with germs. Did anyone listen? Nope. I actually had to take Sara on the sly to wipe her face with a diaper wipe, because she had lipstick all over her face. That totally skeeved me. I'd even made a point of talking this over w/DH so he'd back my play, but of course he's a dickless wonder when confronted w/his mother. Then MIL insisted on feeding Sara her cereal, and I'm watching her shovel food into my kid's mouth, and I'm like "don't force her if she doesn't want it". I was praying for Sara to projectile vomit all over her.

After the feeding fiasco, she's playing with the girls. You know the game "Clap hands, till daddy comes home"?

Well, she's playing with Devin and she sings:

"Clap hands, clap hands, till daddy comes home -

daddy has money and mommy's got none"

You can't make this shit up. I swear to God. She did this right at the kitchen table, in front of both me and DH. At this point, I'm trying to keep myself from stabbing her in the throat with a steak knife, and counting the minutes till she gets the FUCK out of my house.

Thank God Access-o-ride showed up sooner than expected -- she never got to see the girls in their costumes (speaking of, new pics will be posted on Shutterfly today hopefully). I packed the girls up and we headed to my mom's for a few hours. Ron stayed home. When I got home, he'd cleaned the whole house, even the kitchen. Sometimes he's ok.

Gotta jet - a bazillion things to do. COUNTDOWN TO THE CC MEETING!! Can't wait!!