You people can't have her. She's mine. Thank GOD I don't have to share her with anyone. I wouldn't be very nice.
My mutha came over tonight and made us pancakes for dinner. Then she whisked the LM's to her house to spend the night. I'm sure they are still awake partying it up.
I was able to pre-pack and pre-clean for the lake. I put clean sheets on the LM's beds. I don't know why I am obsessive about this weekly clean sheet thing.
Wait. I do know.
I always felt like my Momma loved me real hard when she changed my sheets. I guess this is one of my translations of love for my peeps. I put clean sheets on their bed. It feels so much better when someone does it for you. (This may be a hint for anyone that is my baby daddy and wants to show me how much he loves me by putting clean sheets on my bed before I come home from the lake. I'm just sayin')
And I'm picky about the clean sheet rules, too.
You can't get in your clean sheets if you are dirty. You have to be freshly bathed. It does not count if you do it any other way.
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I agree on the sheets. I also seem to sleep soooo much better if I take a shower, turn the air to 70, put the fan on, and jump into my bed with clean sheet goodness.
HEAVEN!
Nothing says love like clean sheet! LOL
DL put clean sheets on my bed while I was gone. He also swept, mopped, and vacuumed.
I'm putting together a boot-camp program for Baby Daddys that don't do thier fair share.
Let me know if anyone needs to see the curriculum.
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