You guy's are going to be so jealous over my pure awesomeness.
Last week my precious Baby Boy got into trouble.
If I remember correctly it was over behavior that drives me mad.
He wants a new phone, although there is nothing wrong with his current phone other than it is not as cool as the one that his friends have.
Trust me, I get sucked into stuff like that all the time but I try to remind myself that I need to be grateful for what I have and that there is no need to drool over the things that my friends have...even if it is red with the intoxicating smell of new leather.
I - of all people - know to be grateful - for everything.
So it really ticked me off and my sleep-deprived evil Momminess snapped into the, "if you can't be grateful for what you have, then you don't need anything at all" mode and I took his phone.
I put his phone up until the time came that I decided that he realized how grateful he really should be, even if his phone doesn't have a stupid full sized QWERTY keyboard.
Well...I got five hours of sleep over the weekend, felt a little peppier and decided that it was time for Julien to have his phone back.
So, I went to get it....
and...
I have completely and totally forgotten where I put it.
I don't have a clue.
I can't even vaguely remember where it might be.
Inhale.
Do you realize what this means?
If I don't find Julien's phone, I will be buying him a new phone because...
I lost his.
I lost his.
(this space left blank for what I would really like to say)
Yes.
I'm just that awesome.
