Last week was going to be the week. With my deadlines met, it was the week I’d write that long post about why I’m realizing we’re not having a third baby. It was the week I was going to spring clean and spruce up one small but significant part of the house each day: my closet on Monday, the bathroom shelves Tuesday….but then the week had a mind of its own and I was clearly just along for the ride.

MONDAY:

“If I could talk to those lice I would tell them I hate them and I hate them for making me miss recess. I’m telling them I’m never having them again they’ve made me miss school for days! Days! This is all horrible and terrible and when I grow up I never having this again.”

-Conrad, after I had to pick him up early from school because the school nurse thought I had lice and I had to call in the Montclair Lice Lady to check and treat me and then retrieve the boys from school so that she could check and treat their hair with her magic never, ever, every have lice again potions. For the record, she couldn’t find any lice or nits on me, but I had her do all the treatments on us just in case.

“Mom, guess what? I can spell sabotage: SAB-O-TAGE.”

-Dashiell, god bless him, trying to change the subject.

TUESDAY:

“Mom is Jackson also going to the bar?”

-Conrad, on St. Patrick’s Day at school when we were heading to Tierney’s afterschool.

WEDNESDAY:

Conrad: “Mom, do women have mustaches?”

Me: “Not usually. Why?”

This conversation prompted me to schedule some long overdue beauty appointments and consider buying a fake mustache and wearing it while I serve the boys breakfast on April Fool’s Day!

“Please stop training him to do stupid things.”

-David, when he caught me trying to feed the dog with a spoon and trust me, I had my reasons.

THURSDAY:

“Well I don’t know when you are going to be able to do that because all you do it text text text.”

-Conrad, when I told him I was going to call a skateboarding teacher this week. Must stop texting between 5 and 7pm!

“Mom I have lice in my hat!”

-Dashiell, trying to change the subject again, by using a stuffed lice toy that was given to me at Modern Mom’s PR Product event. So timely! But I just really hate this toy.

FRIDAY

Me: Don’t be annoyed with me, I was just being myself.

David: That’s all we every get mad at anyone for.

-After I’d been invited to spend time in David’s Man-Room this morning while he was working but I chatted so much and so animatedly that I was told I should go back upstairs to my attic.

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