Be Productive Thursdays

Ha. Who am I kidding. I certainly am the last person who would ever have a dedicated day to being productive. I am the type of person who would dedicate days to the opposite, for sure, but a whole day of productivity – shit no. I have been doing a little writing and a littler bit of working but with the Trolls playing on repeat in the back ground and the occasional fist-fight over a damn remote that neither child is able to work, very little work is actually getting done.

In all seriousness though, if you haven’t seen Trolls, it is super cute. And I’ve listened to the soundtrack in the background of my life for a week, literally, and I’m not even sick of it. Thank you Justin Timberlake.

I’m going to have to buy this baby for our big RV road trip to Missouri in a couple weeks because I honestly don’t think I would be able to function without the damn thing.

I have been trying to prep for Henry’s birthday party this weekend – which is going to be ON FIRE! Except the kids keep eating the food so I guess I will have to make another fucking trip to the grocery store for pretzel sticks.  It is also Groundhog Day Oliver informed me at 6 am. I fully think he was expecting me to go out and find the groundhog and shake him down for an early spring. He was seriously fucking disappointed when I Googled it. To be honest, so was I. Six more weeks of fucking winter according to fat, furry rodent in Pennsylvania and 16 old white me in stove-pipe hats. Seems legit.

Oh well, bring on the winter – Whole Assed Honey and I are headed to Las Vegas in 2 weeks and I plan on not worrying one little bit about the weather. We are having what I am calling our “Parents Spring Break” so we are sans kidiots and sans responsibility for a long weekend. It’s going to be the adult equivalent of “off the chain” probably with a longer hangover and no arrests.  But we’ll see.

Having said all this – I am going to be productive today because in the time it took me to tell you all this shit, one little kidiot went down for a nap. I have laundry to fold, Mothers. Later.

 

 

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