Not exact matches
Feel free to
point and laugh
in the faces of the bozos spending their Valentine's
Day weekends over-indulging
in the
dinner special
at Buca Di Beppo by the outlet mall.
Point of story, i know kids SHOULD taste and eat all sorts of things, that kids should eat what's on the table and not have a short order cook, and i agree totally that they CAN eat the type of lunch pictured above, but one thing DOES bother me: Kids NEED fuel for their
day, and i don't think giving them something completely new and fancy as a lunch is a great idea as the lunch will most likely end up still
in the lunch box
at the end of the
day and you will have a famished child waiting for
dinner.
Two examples: skipping breakfast and lunch
at some
point of the week, after which one other the place you skip lunch and
dinner at some
point, two
days in per week.
We mostly get the boys»
point of view as they engage
in typical childhood activities during the
day, then have to button up and be more than respectful
at the
dinner table.
We have worked extremely hard to crate train him well and keep this up all the time by placing him
in his crate
at random
points throughout the
day when we're
in the house, or when we're having
dinner etc so he is quite good
at being alone now.
This luxury experience provides a four -
day vacation based
in the Cottage
at Serenity
Point and features welcome gifts, a personal car and driver throughout, behind - the - scenes winery tour, guided horseback excursion, en - suite massage,
dinners and a diamond pendant and earring set.
I didn't sleep well, hustled into the office via a mailbox delivery to my ex's place of the youngest's homework and orange clothes for Harmony
Day, listened to a message on my phone from the eldest's school about her fringe being too long (WTF FFS), bolted home after work to let the fur babies inside, bolted back to work for an office
dinner (that's the gang
in the main pic), realised on the way home that I need to be
at a work function on Wednesday morning
at 6.30 am... which is the youngest's birthday; had a major panic attack over the youngest waking up parentless on her 11th birthday; sent a frantic message to my ex asking if he could come over
at 6.30 am on Wednesday; chatted briefly to an exhausted DD as he drove home from work
at 9.30 pm; felt my stomach drop slightly when he said «just don't blog about the howling dogs»;
pointed out that those sort of suggested edits needed to be made MUCH earlier to avoid appearing
in the blog...