No More Fakeblog?

If you haven't seen this article by Sarah Tuttle-Singer, "We Need to Quit Telling Lies on Facebook,"  you should stop reading this to click on it.

Go ahead, click.  I'll wait.

I thought it was hilarious.  And oh so real.

I've seen a spate of articles/posts with the hashtag #NoMoreFakebook, so figured I'd contribute.

Here was my day:

- Up at 7am to take kids to the doctor's for vaccinations.  There was more whining about forgetting the snacks in the car, then there was about the shots.

- Realized hadn't forgotten snacks in the car; had never refilled snacks in the car.  J and I made best decision of the day, to go to Costco for early lunch.  Gave kids fantastic nutritious lunch of pizza and  hot dog.

- Went to work.  Barely thought about family.

- Got home at 6pm to children screaming my name.  Was thrilled they missed me, but was so utterly grateful to J that he fed them dinner without me and I got the easy shift.

- Folded what seemed like an entire table's worth of laundry.  The kids were so sick last week, spewing from both ends, I have never washed so many towels and sheets in my life.  So glad that's over with.

- J left for sword school and I was left with happy children.  J said they were great all day; I gave them ice cream.  We brushed teeth, read books.  Instead of directly changing into PJ's they decided to run naked throughout the house.  I was fine with this but kept following A around, hoping he wouldn't randomly pee in a remote corner.

- All was well until bedtime, when X decided he was hungry.  We don't let them eat after 8pm because it becomes an excuse not to go to bed.  He threw a tantrum for 25 minutes.  J got home at the tail end.  I said, "Take your #$^&* child before I hit him," and went to put A to bed, glowering.

- Came out and ate half a box of Hot Tamales, purely because I'd already eaten a big bowl of ice cream and didn't want to repeat myself.

- Am now staring at the misshapen folder of papers marked "Taxes 2013."  And... am blogging instead, because man, taxes suck.

I pray that both children stay asleep all night.  This has happened only a handful of times in four years.  (How old is X?  Yes, 4.)

But tomorrow, I'll go back to happy blog.  I can only take honesty for so long. :)