FYI

Matt would like you to know that I left Ess' water bottle at school on Tuesday and it had to be tracked down today. This shit always bites me in the ass. He also informed me five minutes ago, as he headed to bed at 11:35 p.m. and I said I would be up once I finished my blog post, that there are many, many things that he would prefer to see me do every day for a month. Blog posting does not make his top, oh, I don't know, five thousand.

A few national months that I can think of that might interest him more:

NaPoWaMo (national pot washing month)
NaCloFoMo (national clothes folding month)
NaPhoAnMo (national, Stacey has to actually turn on her cell phone, keep it in her near vicinity and ANSWER it when it sings at her month because he had to leave work today after the preschool tried to reach me multiple times to pick up Gee after a little accident that left him without appropriate school attire. Oops.)
NaParCarGarMo (national park the car in the garage month) This one should probably have the addendum W/OHiWa (without hitting the wall)
NaCoDiMo (national cook dinner month)
NaPuFreBaCriMo (national put the freaking baby in his crib to sleep month)
NaNoToTherMoMO (national no touching the thermostat month) aka:
NaFreToDeMo (national freeze to death month)
NaNoBloMo (national no blogging month)
NaQuiWoMo (national quit worrying month)

I could do this all night. In fairness, this was his idea. He retorted back over his shoulder as he trudged up the stairs, "when is NaSeHaMo?" I'll leave it up to your imaginations.

I'm closing my comments for most of the month of November while I participate in National Novel Writing Month and National Blog Posting Month. I can't ask you to talk to me every freaking day for thirty days. That's cruel and usual punishment. My email is always open - anymommyoutthere@gmail.com.

E&E Tally: 12642 words (Damn.)
Blog posts: 19/30