sometimes...i go on strike. i just don't want to do the things i a supposed to do. i don't want to do the dishes...or the laundry or straighten the house. today was one of those days. i just didn't feel like doing any of those things. i didn't even get rob dressed for the day. the only problem with a strike when you are a mom...is that no one is hired to come in and do your job. no "scabbers" come (as i think they were called on newsies). i wish. wouldn't it be nice to just be on the internet searching for a new ringtone while someone else does the dishes. now i know you are thinking..."what about cortney...why doesn't he do the dishes?". well the answer is simple...his job is hard...he works long hours doing hard work...plus while i was sitting on the couch on strike he was mowing the lawn.
This could be Rob on a typical strike day. Notice he has drawn all over his tummy. I actually took this picture a week ago. I had to capture how french cut his little diaper was. He had been trying to slide it off...so it is really lowriding.
so instead of getting a break...the dishes piled up, the laundry piled up and i was a mess all day because i can't stand it when my house is messy. ahhhh. so the strikes over. i just loaded the dishes and tomorrow i will be better.
1 day ago