Yep. This. This is spot on.
So we’re going on day 3 or so of Stevie making fun of me for my latest sleepwalking episode. Well, there wasn’t so much walking this time. Instead, I was dreaming that Stevie and I and the kids were out somewhere together. It was some sort of performance or maybe even a church serve. The kids were getting a little restless and starting to make some noise so I caught Cadence’s attention and gave her the signal to quiet down.
That lasted all of a minute or two, and then the little boogers started to get loud again. There were two empty chairs between us, so I reached out, tapped the chair next to me and then snapped my fingers twice to get their attention and give them a very stern “quiet down or you’re going to be in trouble” sort of Mom look.
But at the sound of the snapping, I was suddenly awake, lying in bed, and Stevie was looking over at me asking what I was doing. Apparently I’d tapped him firmly on the chest and snapped my fingers in his face.
There’s seriously nothing more embarrassing than waking up the person next to you with your weird sleepwalking antics. I’m never going to live down the 4-5 consecutive nights in a row this past August when I woke Stevie by getting up out of bed and trying to lead tour groups around the house and speaking in my best game show host voice.
Hey, at least he can never say that life with me is dull, right?
So the kids’ school had a dance tonight. Family-style, everyone’s invited preschool-5th. Cadence had Swim Team so we arrived a little late (and H-man was at home since school days tend to wear him out and we thought hanging out at home with Daddy and watching hockey was a better alternative than an over-tired meltdown in the school gym).
It was a lot of kids running around and eating snacks, dancing for a bit, and then chasing each other or running races around the room. There was a lot of intermittent flossing, and one large group dancing a perfectly choreographed Macarena.
And then this happened…
Biggest hit song of the night? Baby Shark.
That’s it. I’m done.
Whoever decided to prank my husband by attaching this lovely decal to the back of his car absolutely won the day.
He admitted that he must have looked like a fool, walking out into the parking lot and having to stop and stare at his own car for a few minutes wondering why someone else with that ridiculous cat family sticker was in the spot where he swore he remembered parking that morning. And then it dawned on him that it was HIS car and someone at work decided to play a little joke.
The part that cracked me up was that his co-workers were probably watching him out the office windows and cracking up at his confusion.
So next time you see Stevie out driving around, make sure you compliment him on his adorable cats. 🙂
When your week at work starts out like this, you know it’s going to be a good one…
Yes, that is a turkey, and apparently she was having a good time climbing on some Administrators’ cars this morning (including the Chancellor’s).
This was happening right outside my building when I arrived this morning. Who could possibly have a bad day after this?
Shoutout to my colleague Dan for snapping these photos as he walked by the parking lot on his way into the office. 🙂