My name is Amber. And I'm a procrastinator.
I also suffer from the addiction of saying things that come back to bite me in the rear.
I'm pretty sure a forty eleven step program is in order.
See this face?
Isn't he precious?
So precious that he was chosen to be the lead in the Preschool Circus. Tate is the "wing masstuh." And so excited about it. He has been counting down the number of "sleeps" until Circus Day.
Guess what? Tomorrow is the circus!
Guess what else? His mama waited until TODAY to hunt for his costume.
Guess what else else? No store in town has any black pants left in his size. (I guess some people actually buy swanky new Easter outfits for their kids....me? Oh no. I'm Mom of the Year....remember?!?!)
Guess what else else else? My BFF Stephanie offered to sew him some pants TONIGHT....what a great friend...willing to bail out a loser mom like me? Couldn't let her do it though.
So...Guess what else else else else? My precious ring master is wearing GIRL PANTS tomorrow.
Shhhhh...don't tell the ring master. He currently is under the impression that all ringmasters have decorative stitching on their pockets....because they are cool like that. Bless his heart. He still believes all his mama's bull.
So. Yes. I'm a procrastinator. And as a result my children might just land themselves in therapy...because one day Tate will look back on the pictures of his ring master days and come to the brutal realization that his mama lied to him....and that ring master's SO do not enjoy decorative stitching.
Oh...the part about stuff spewing out of my mouth and then growing teeth to come back and take a hunk out of my rear?
Yah....that's when I told everyone that Tate would make a pretty girl. And that just once I'd like to put him in a dress or in a cute girly outfit to see how pretty he would be.
Words. Biting. Me.
Tate. Wearing. Girl. Clothes.
Because. His. Mama. Is. A. Loser.