PS: I love you

I thought that I would give a little update on the swearing resolution. I have cut back and definitely notice a lot more when I do use bad words as those around me who know about my resolution point them out to me more now. But it is coming along fairly well in its own right.

However, the other night Big Daddy went off to play some poker with his buddies.... Really I think they do facials and manicures while watching Desperate Housewives and gossiping about anything and everything. Regardless, I got the boys into bed and asleep, that is a feat in itself some days. I went downstairs to throw in some laundry, tidy up, catch a tv show and then make Joseph's lunch for school the next day. It was close to 11pm and I was headed to bed, but our washing machine sometimes does not shut off, so I thought hot damn I will leave a note for Big Daddy telling him to make sure it turned off and isn't still spinning uncontrollably. I whip out my handy dandy stick it notes and jot down the note. I proceed to make Joseph's lunch and I reach into the top of the pantry for his lunch kit, the handle of the lunch bag catches on the plastic gum ball machine, which I had just refilled by the way ~ *CRASH* down comes the gum ball machine the plastic splits open and gum balls ROLL all over the kitchen floor. I have to now pat myself on the back for only thinking obscene words and not actually muttering them. But the biggest achievement was that the boys didn't wake up to all the racket. Nevertheless, I wasn't in the mood to pick up 999,999 gum balls from places that have more dirt than a sand box. It was all I could do to not calmly walk over to my sticky note and jot down a simple "PS: could you please pick up the gum balls"

I wonder how that would have went over?

I sucked it up, I bent over and picked up 999,980 gum balls. I am sure a few are missing as Trent is showing up with gum in his mouth that I never gave him. He must have thought he hit the gum ball goldmine.