So I have daughter with me to work on class project. And soccer practice. So I asked her if she wanted to stay with me or go home to her mom's. She decided to stay. That always makes me feel good. Don't think it pleased the wife but she'll make it.
So we get home from soccer, eat dinner, do the project, have her take a shower and lay her down for bed.. whoo! Hectic! And then .... Dad? I have to have some dirt from the garden. What? Yeah, we all have to bring in a plastic bag of dirt from the garden that we can analyze (big word for 8 year old) tomorrow. It was part of my home work but I didn't want to dig in the babysitter's garden. Argh!!! So I am like, stay in bed I'll get the dirt and out the door I go in shorts, flip flops, flashlight, zip lock bag and a spoon....then just as I am clearing the door.... oh Dad, it needs to have a worm in it..... WTH!!!!!!!!
anyone want to adopt an 8 year old?????? I know my neighbors were laughing their butts off at me. I was actually rethinking Joint Custody for all of about 15 seconds..... but at least I found a worm. Took the one out of my bottle of Tequila. Wait till they are analyzing that in the third grade tomorrow LOL!
