I do my best as a stay home mom, to stay caught up on new artists, and still live through the classics, etc.
So, then why is it that the soundtrack of my life always seems to revolve around childrens' TV shows?
Whenever I need to fix something - I am automatically singing, "Let's get going and fix it right...twist and turn, make it tight..."
Thanks to this guy:
Sadly, half of the words are in Spanish, so I have to make that whole part up. According to Rob, I'm not even close.
It rained yesterday - so I spent the entire day singing this song:
I can't seem to tell my kids to brush their teeth without going here:
Today, I was on a mission to find some really cute brown boots. And for the rest of the day I was stuck with this one:
ALL because I was on a "mission." I couldn't stop the count-down.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. I can't even look at my brother Derek when someone says, "milk." It brings on some major traumas. I'll blog about that tomorrow, I think. That is another weird story. The good news is that I have four kids and can pretend this is all because of them. The bad news is this has been an issue ever since I was a child, so that makes the good news nothing but a lie!
BDEM: There have been five loads of washed/not folded laundry just laughing at me every time I walked in the laundry room. It was like a scene from Pee-Wee's playhouse. (WOW...did I really just say that after posting about my life as a children's TV show weirdo?) But yes, I'm pretty sure the laundry laughed at me. Today I folded it, and put it away. Look who's laughing now, chumps.