I have no idea why I buy anything at all.
Today Phoenyx and I were out car shopping and he threw up on me. And my shirt. Down my shirt. Down his shirt.
(Btw, that is a great way to get out of a car dealership if they ever have you hung up)
But the past week I have also dealt with this:
Permanent marker on the couch.
I lost my &$#^#%#^ about this.
Big. Mega. Sigh.
I googled how to get it off my white leather and thus far have tried everything it suggested with no results: magic eraser, wd40, acetone, alcohol, baking soda, vinegar, and on and on and on.
I was pretty much high when I stopped trying.
And this is what greeted me this week after a long day of work thinking I could go to my bath and “relax”.
My daughter, even though she has her OWN bathroom, used my big comfy garden tub and turned it into kid zone with her bath markers…and then left it looking like Crayola puked up in there. I had to clean it before I could even use it.
Btw you have no idea what its like to see the fish faucet staring at you naked.
And then today I walk into this….
The mystery of why I am on my THIRD Neato Vacuum may be solved.
Someone remind me again why I have children??