Future Strippers

My weekend started off with a night of Spongebob the movie and a bucket of cookie dough and just went up from there. Saturday Irish, Angelbaby, Poohbear and I went to the park. When we got there we noticed the parking lot was blocked off, so we had to park 3 blocks away and hoof it all the way there. We saw some baby skaters(I love me a skater boy!), and watched Angelbaby and Poohbear bounce on a pole. I was just saying how Anglebaby was going to grow up to be a stripper, when Poohbear jumps on the pole. I hung my head in shame. Anyhoo, then we tried to get into the parking lot but we got stopped by Buffy collecting $15 a head to eat some chili and listen to a jam band that we could hear 3 blocks away. Yeah...good luck with that. After we drug the kids kicking and screaming from the park we went to get my hair did. Same thing only different. Sunday I sat my sorry ass on the couch while my son ate dirt from my flower pots. I realized it when he came in hacking up a root and snotting potting soil. Man, I am a great mother. I'm ashamed to even say it but maybe if I talk about it I'll change my ways. Sunday morning Poohbear woke up at 6:30....I got up at 8:30. When I walked into the livingroom, he was sucking down the last of a Mountain Dew from the night before. He just smiled and said, "I ate 1,2,3 cookies." So, while I was sleeping my baby sat by himself eating cookies and drinking old soda for breakfast. I wanted to cry. So that was my weekend. Lots of Spongebob(saw it 4 times), lots of cookies, and lots of bad parenting.