It took Mr. Darcy the better part of a month to get this set up for the kids. It was worth it, though (says Mary from the comfort of her couch). Our kids can’t whine anymore that there is nothing to do in our yard. Now, they just whine that it is too cold to play out there because of our yearly Spring winds that take a perfectly lovely day and turn it into a cold crap sandwich. (So much less appealing than a fresh, warm crap sandwich, I think we can all agree.)
Ew! What is wrong with me? I should never post on my blog when my day has been long and exhausting, involving constantly hungry kittens and a Costco shopping trip with four kids in tow. Like Monty Python, poop jokes are always funnier when I’m too tired to think straight. I mean, poo jokes are always my favorite, but after not sleeping for more than 4 hours at a time… I want to nominate them for a Pulitzer.
Did you know that Mr. Darcy does not enjoy poo stories? I don’t know how he puts up with me. All my favorite stories from my childhood involve poo. Actually, all of my favorite stories from raising my own kids also involve poo.
Last night, I fed one of the kitties and set it on Mr. Darcy’s chest. He was sprawled out on the couch watching TV. Then the kitty pooped on him… just a tiny bit of poo, mind you. And he got so grossed out that he almost barfed. So, I said to him, “Do you know how many times I’ve been peed and pooped on in the last four days?!” This did not make me more desirable in his eyes, I’m afraid.
This is the most disjointed Pemberley Appreciation post ever. Focus, Mary… FOCUS.
The playset. I like it when my kids play outside. Otherwise, they start asking for crazy stuff like, “Mom, can you please get off the computer so that I can play on Webkinz?” And I cannot have that.