Just once
Just once. Only once. That's all I want. Just one time to come home from getting a mani/pedi and having none of my 20 pretty pink nails destroyed within five minutes of walking through the door.
You would think that DH would get off the couch to help me get the 11 year old 100lb diabetic spaz of my parent's dog that we are babysitting for the weekend onto her leash along with the 3 year old 36lb totally healthy spaz of our dog out the door, down the stairs and into the backyard to poop. Especially if I've *just* walked in the door, and the J-Man has been sleeping for an hour, making DH's babysitting time easy as pie YET AGAIN.
But no.
So now my right big toenail looks like a Jackson Pollock in reverse. Which would actually be a fairly cool art movement, if it hasn't happened already.
JUST ONCE.
That's all I ask.
Oh, and to win a gagillion dollars and lose 30 pounds overnight.
But that's it.
I don't think it's too much, do you?
Liz
Proud mama to DS1: 2007
and DS2:2010
Life is too short to wear boring socks.