Yeah, that’s my comfort zone.
Of course, I’d never trade my life now for anything -- not even for the chance to relive my Golden Era of Laziness. But lately, I’m starting to realize that I don’t have to. The more I think about it, the more my two boys are a lot like my old college roommates. And in many ways (sleep deprivation, bad eating habits, copious amounts of procrastination) my life hasn’t changed all that much. I just don’t have to write thesis papers anymore!
Here are a few ways my boys help me relive my glory days.
1. I live with two people who like to drink until they pass out. Naptime really isn’t much different from 2 a.m. at the Knight Club.
2. I’ve found myself debating whether my jeans have enough puke on them to warrant a change of clothes.
3. I buy myself a sleeve of chocolate chip cookies, and before I even get to eat one, they’ve mysteriously disappeared.
4. My housemates generate 90% of the dirty dishes but do 0% of the cleaning.
5. I’ve discovered creative uses for orange-flavored vodka -- like cleaning permanent marker off of my computer monitor. (Works in a pinch when you don’t have rubbing alcohol in stock.)
6. There are empty bottles under the couch, raisins trampled into the carpet, and I recently found a half-eaten slice of pizza in my desk drawer.
7. I wake up with every intention of doing something productive, but usually end up on the couch watching Nickelodeon all day.
8. Several times a week, I’m woken in the middle of the night by someone in the hallway yelling gibberish.
9. I go to the bathroom and find that someone has peed next to the toilet and unrolled the TP into the trash can.
10. When anyone asks about my day, I pretty much highlight the educational stuff we did (flash cards, puzzles) and skim over the other details.
Unfortunately I completely identify.
ReplyDeleteHey, I know that Chickie!! Which means I know that dorm room. Which means I am one of the college roommates that you are comparing your toddlers to!! And I did dishes :-)
ReplyDeleteLOL...you are definitely NOT an offending roommate.
ReplyDeleteGreat readding your blog
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