Whatever Works.

As I was tucking in my two girls the other night. They began to tell me how they were scared of the noises that the house makes. My youngest girl, age three, said that she heard strange noises in the bathroom prior to going to bed. My eldest, age seven, agreed. I explained to them that what they heard was the air conditioning unit clicking on and the vents rattling overhead. My three year old began to whine and say, "No, Momma I heard a crack. There's a crack in the bathroom." I repeated my explanation to no avail. Finally, when the three year old was on the verge of tears, I turned my back to her, pulled down my pajama pants slightly and said, "That wasn't a crack. This is a crack." She began to laugh so violently that her sister asked what I did. I turned to her and gave her a full moon. They were both so surprised that they forgot to be scared. While laying in bed that night, I couldn't help but think, "This is going to come back to bite me in the ass...crack."

Say What?

I recently was down with a cold for a few days. My husband happened to be working out of town. Each night like a good boy, he would call to see how I was feeling. Now, being that I am a single parent to four kids throughout the week, I never have time for a nice and quiet phone conversation. He would call and I would briefly tell him while kids jumped and climbed all over me, "I ran a fever last night, but am feeling better now." This went on for three nights until finally I was well again. On the fourth night, my husband called to check on me and my three year old little girl starts dashing about the room. This was so distracting that I had to ask what she was doing. She replied, "I'm running a fever."