Not Me Monday: Trashy Mom Edition

  

This week was NOT full of me fufilling my white trash aspirations with these actions:

There is NOT a bag of Cheeze-its in our bathroom.

I did NOT yell at Jacob for play humping our puppy.

I did NOT almost yell "Damn straight!" when someone at PetSmart said Louie was the cutest puppy she had every seen.

Cutest puppy? Um, yeah- Damn Straight!

Also, Louie was NOT the most rambunctious puppy in his Puppy training class.

I am soooo NOT dreading the homework for Louie and my five year old Drew this week. (Seriously, homework for a puppy AND my kindgartener? Someone shoot me.)

I have NOT watched over 4 hours of Scooby Doo this weekend; consequently I do NOT have a weird urge to pepper my conversation with "zoinks!", "dangnabit!" and "groovy".

My children were NOT pantsless all Sunday. Nope, they are always properly dressed. I would NEVER be too lazy to dress them and let them get away with undressing themselves and running around.

I did NOT (gasp) watch the season finale of Jersey Shore and then the reunion show that followed it.

I did NOT watch "The Pregnancy Pact" on Lifetime all drunk, and I did NOT kind of enjoy it. I am not the queen of trashy TV lately.

I did NOT swear like a sailor with Tourette's Syndrome all week due to my frustrations (New puppy! Husband working 80 hours! Tough week at work (for me)! Constantly hungry children- seriously about to eat us out of house and home! Crazy two year old! No time to myself for anything- including working out! Too much Scooby Doo!)

Also, I did NOT write a whole blog post about Dwayne Johnson (i.e., The Rock).

What kind of trashy, embarrassing things did you NOT do this week? Let me know in the comments so I can judge commiserate with you!
*This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I think this signals the end of "The Courtship" Phase of our relationship....

When I first starting dating Mr. Bee, he brought me flowers for every occasion and sometimes just because. Of course, I dated broke-ass students before Mr. Bee, and he was older, and more mature (but not mature enough to frown upon my rite-of-passage-big-ten-college-binge-drinking, thank goodness) and I totally swooned over a boy who was able to buy me ANYTHING, much less flowers all of the time. My sister's first words to me when I gushed over these flowers was: "enjoy it now, because it will never last". I thought she was totally wrong. Mr. Bee would always bring me flowers.

We moved in together after a little under a year of dating, and being 21, I was still in the binge-drinking through the week heyday of getting cab rides home and puking up vodka and cranberry juice concoctions, which is not a pretty picture. During the time Mr. Bee was commuting for me, so I could go to school and he could work at his new job. Still, he was ever so patient, and while there weren't flowers all of the time, there were the thoughtful gestures. (Holding my hair back until 2am when he had to be at work at 6am? He had the patience of a saint!) I can't even begin to tell you how often he would pick my loaded friends and me, and laugh along with us, even though he must have been annoyed.

Then we got married. We were husband and wife, and Mr. Bee, being an understanding husband, accepted the fact that I could not find a steady full time job because I sucked at interviews. He went and saw chick flicks willingly with me, and we lovingly talked about when we would start a family. In turn, I eventually found a steady, albeit low paying, job.

After about three months of trying, I found out I was pregnant. We were both nervous (heck, I was a wreck, and I stress-ate to compensate), but Mr. Bee put on a brave face, and lied and told me I looked pretty as I went on to gain 55 lbs. After Drew was born, I was grumpy, puffy and tired, but he told me how beautiful I looked and I actually believed him. I'm not sure who was more delusional at that point.

Our second child was a surprise as it happened so quickly. Still, we were very excited, and Mr. Bee was patient, if not as helpful with the other pregnancy. After all, we had another child to take care of and he couldn't hold my hand through the whole pregnancy as he had before. I had found a new, higher paying job, and money wasn't tight. We did a lot of shopping and went to restaurants often, which was a relief, as I discovered I really hated cooking in our outdated kitchen.

After Jacob was born, Mr. Bee started a stressful change in jobs, and the stress was dully noted by me. There was little in the way of magic or babymooning the second time around. (Babymoon: The period after your child is born that you are both so in love and happy that little stresses matter less. This lasted about 1 month with Drew and about 2 days with Jacob.) Restaurant and shopping trips stopped as we had neither the money or the patience to deal with two children out at a mall. Oh, I also outlawed red roses at our house. How cliche! (Not that I was getting a lot of flowers.) So now I get plants, on the appropriate day. No suprizes.

Did I notice any of these changes at the time? No, it was subtle, and I think, a part of our relationship maturing. I am no longer being courted or coddled, those days are (sadly- I did enjoy them) over. I came to this conclusion after another argument about what movies to watch, and I remarked that his taste in movies had gone downhill. "No," he replied, "[my taste in movies] hasn't changed at all." In other words, yes, it took me 10 years to realize that husband never really liked girly movies at all, he just watched them to appease me. Don't poke fun at me, as I am not the only person living in a bubble; when he insisted that I liked the movie Wolverine and I insisted that I thought that it was really stupid, I realized that he still hasn't realized I don't like action movies.

There are still many sweet moments in our life... Mr. Bee still will get up and get me ice water after I decide I want one when he gets one for himself, even though I have two perfectly good legs. I am planning on watching GI Joe on Blu-ray when it comes out for him, and he in turn will watch The Proposal for me. (Well, he will watch that because Mr. Bee has a thing for Sandra Bullock, much like his love for Hugh Grant.) I will still work furiously to get stains out of his clothes, and he will still make the bed for me (he makes it so much nicer than I do). I will still make him Chili, even though I hate cooking and tolerate Chili, and he will still make french toast on Saturdays mornings because I love it so much. We do these things because we love each other and we know it will make the other person happy. We are not trying to impress, just trying to make each other's lives better. That's the difference.

Now, can someone remind of this blog post before I have to watch The Matrix for the 4,000th time?

In the heyday of our courtship phase. Oh mah God, We look like Behbees!

Mr. Bee and Me: A Conundrum

Sometimes I wonder how Mr. Bee and I make it work. Our tastes are so different. He likes all sports, I hate most sports. He likes hunting. I hate hunting. I'm obsessed with the Internet, he won't even check his email. And so on and so forth.

But the topper is his movie taste. Mr. Bee has the worst taste in movies. From silly spoof movies to horrible action flicks, we have seen every crap movie under the sun. And oh, how he hates indie flicks. I have to watch those alone when they go on IFC. If it has a war (bonus!) and takes place in medieval times (double bonus!), we are going to see it. This has led to many poor movie choices, including In the Name of the King: A Dungeon Siege tale. Seriously one of the worst movies ever, with the WORST casting choices ever. I mean, Burt Reynolds as king? Seriously?!? Check it out for a laugh. One of the stranger things that Mr. Bee has a fondness for is this guy:

Mr. Bee has a secret man crush on Hugh Grant. In Mr. Bee's words, he finds him "charming". This is one of the only things we agree on, although he loves Two Weeks Notice a LITTLE too much for my liking. If that or any of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy are on, we are watching them. Screw it if it's on TBS with commercials, and we even own all those DVDs, drop what you are doing, it's Two Weeks Notice time.

I used to also think that Mr. Bee had good taste in music, maybe better than mine. He introduced me to many bands, like Bright Eyes, The Pogues, even Death Cab for Cutie (which he thought was called "Death Camp for Kitty"). Then he started to like this band this year:

I wonder why? His excuse? "I like the music/they are big in Europe." Really? Girls Aloud Mr. Bee? Mr. Bee, your music taste is slipping.

Sometimes I wonder, how can two people with such different tastes get along and live together? I think this answer is simpler than it seems. We have the same ideals, the same values. We have so many ideas of how to raise a family, where we want to vacation and what constitutes a good time (hint: involves a Movie theater, a Sports bar and NTN trivia). Sure Mr. Bee says he's a Republican, but really he has a Democrat's ideals. Sure he says he only likes action movies but he cried at the end of Knocked up and Juno and says they are sweet movies. (He's such a softie.) Sure, he likes Girls Aloud but... oh wait, no excuse for that one. Mr. Bee, what are you thinking?

Well, we can't agree on EVERYTHING. But I do know that we agree on the important things, the life altering things and that makes me content.

Update: Mr. Bee says that he now prefers Four Weddings and A Funeral to Two Weeks Notice, because of the ensemble cast.

He also says that he REALLY does like Girls Aloud music, and but does admit that he likes the music videos a little bit better. (Like we didn't all know that!)

Quickie

I'm sooooooo glad everyone enjoyed my guest poster, Mr. Bee. You can see why he makes me laugh every day. Even in the most dire circumstances (hello trapped on a dirt road to nowhere!) he turns my tears into tears of laughter. As for Mr. Bee's reaction, he pretended like he didn't care about comments, until I was showing them to him, and then he was laughing while reading. So, yeah, he won't admit it, but I think he enjoyed it. In the future, I am hoping he will want to guest post again, maybe once a month, I am hoping. That's a lot of baby butt washing, but it's definitely worth it. See what I do for you people? I'm so sweet.

On a separate note, I am trying (trying being the operative word here) to streamline my look, and go with a new layout (the old layout seemed a little too busy). Some things I like, some not so much (hello confusing comment layout). Let me know what you think okay? The site will be under construction for a week, probably with my busy schedule.

Be back soon with more. Here is frog kitten to tide you over until then!

A Note from Mr. Bee (Guest Post)

So, Janna asked me to contribute this evening to the blog... To sweeten the deal, she gave both the kids baths and put them to bed. So no pressure to be witty and hysterical, eh? Of course, having documented that she did that (I think it's worth about 120 points) could be good enough. Actually, probably not.

So what do I write about? I've never contributed to a blog, rarely read them (except for your blog, sweetie), and even just recently gave up e-mail cold turkey. I have found it rather liberating so far. I don't have to check every couple hours to make sure I'm not sitting on a chain letter (you only get so much time to distribute them, you know). As for technology, I think I'm witnessing it passing me by and giving me the finger as it passes. I'm not old (at least I don't feel old), but I just realized recently that I was still trying to understand 2003 technology, and just didn't have time to add more to the plate. I could talk about sports for a while... but this doesn't seem like the right format. So I guess I'll just talk about two of the greatest and most trying boys you've ever met with some questions/observations...

1. When a younger brother tries to emulate his older brother, why does he only copy the bad/annoying things?

2. When does a child stop thinking he's an animal? (my 3 year old is currently a hybrid skunk cat. He has all the meowing of a cat, but also wields the ability to skunk people).

3. Finally, what channel isn't showing previews for My Bloody Valentine in 3d? (I know not quite sticking directly to the point but seriously, it comes on every time I leave the boys for a second alone in front of the TV).

Well, that's all I've got. I'm not conditioned for a long blog, but I hope you enjoyed. I know I did (well, I enjoyed not putting the kids to bed).

Note from Janna: This has been a blast! A Big Thank you goes to The Scattered Mind of a Tattooed Minivan Mom for hosting this party. Check out her site for more guest posts!

HE WROTE IT!

Look back here tomorrow for my hubby Shaun's guest post. Whee.... so excited!

Hooray for the "Bullet", Crazy fonts, Moms, Mr. Moms.... and of course, the dot dot dots...

So it has been a crazy couple of days at the Bee house.

In Janana Bee news: I went back to work. This is the busiest time of year for me, and I was miserably busy last year, as I am sure I will be this year. I had a meeting today that I've been dreading, but it went okay.... this is what it sounded like:

"Yeah, sure."

"Oh, no problem."

"I can do that."

"Oh I like checklists! I can put it in a crazy font!"

This is what my inner monologue was saying:

Ugh, this sucks.

When I am going to have time for that?

I don't want to do THAT!

Whee... crazy font! YESSS!!

Guess which one I finished today?


In Mr. Bee news... my very own Mr. Bee has become Mr. Mom. Doing laundry (of course he didn't finish but A for effort) going grocery shopping, making Doctor appointments for the kids, even making dinner (yes I had to explain boiling water AGAIN) and cleaning up after dinner while I worked out. YAY for Mr. Bee! I feel like this wife.

It IS TRUE. He has also taken an extreme liking to my pink Nintendo DS and he spends a lot of time playing my new game, Animal Crossing. I have barely gotten a chance to play it, but Mr. Bee, he is an expert. Yesterday, we were discussing how it was already January 5th, and he said, "Oh, somethings going on today... what is it?" He looked perplexed and then said "Oh it's Roald's birthday." Yeah, Roald is not his friend... he is a character on Animal Crossing! I think it might be time for Mr. Bee to go back to work.


In Little Bee news....

My Mother, who reads this blog... took pity on me and took Drew for the night! YESSSS! So relaxing not to have to beg and plead him to go to bed tonight, and I managed to get the 30 day Shred in before 9pm. Score! By the way, day 6 of 30 day shred, and darn it if my pants are a little bit looser in the butt. Every bit counts right? Even if I do think Jillian Michaels may be trying to kill me. Also on the note of my Mom and Sister reading my blog... um, no one calls me anymore. Mom, Amber, are you worried we have nothing to say to each other since I spill my guts on the internetz every day?

Jacob started in the Toddler Room yesterday. Little baby is all growed up. So proud! Although as he grows, so does his strange, thin wispy hair. What do you do with this hair? Do you cut it or let it grow out? I am in love with it and the weirder it looks the more enjoyable it gets. I can't stop myself.... as you may notice. It's impossible not to play with. I like to style it, try and braid it, fluff it, it's 101 kinds of fun. I don't think I will cut it for a long time. In fact, if I keep growing it out we can make it a rattail. Rattails are coming back right? My boy will be so fashion forward, it's insane!

Ladies and Gentlemen.... behold the "Bullet" (Baby + Mullet) business in the front, party in the back, cute all around.

Yeah, I know there is something wrong with me. But now, secretly are you wishing your baby had the "Bullet"? Or does you child have a "Bullet" too?

Yeah, we won't mention the fact that I fell off the Nablopomo wagon already.Oops!

House of Vomitous part 2

Remember this? Well, Jacob was sick AGAIN for Christmas Day, vomiting once Christmas Eve night, and then once on Christmas day. (Some seriously disgusting and scary vomitage.) So again, I did not spend Christmas with my husband, and this time I stayed with Drew while Shaun stayed home with Jacob, who proceeded to act like he felt fine the rest of the day. He seems fine today. I am SO not looking forward to Easter, however, family holidays apparently make him sick.

Holy Christmas Mess Batman!

And it's not just one room. Yep, that's the trash can on the counter. We're keeping it classy in the Bee House.
Also, husband got me an Ipod touch. Considering having a wild passionate love affair with it.
Tied for my favorite gift is this. Each page has a different picture made out of a stamp of Jacob's hand and/or foot.... one of my favorite pictures is below.
I'm getting a toothache from the cuteness! Thank thank thank you Childcare!
Also, thank you for all of the Holiday wishes from all my bloggy pals and all of the wonderful presents we recieved from all family members!

The Bee Family Snowed in/Winterfest games

Creative Video gaming: On Mario Kart Wii, Drew gets to be the "co-pilot" and cheer Mommy and Daddy on.

Where is Baby?: Mommy wanders the house trying to figure out what toilet Jacob is sticking his fingers in. Mommy wins if she catches Jacob beforehand.

Creative channel surfing: Dad switches channels as Mom monitors and informs him when content is inappropriate.

Mommarazzi Fest '08: Mommy takes a million pictures of absolutely nothing. Everyone wins... and loses!

Hide n' Seek: Mommy and Daddy "hide" in bed. Short naps optional.... for Dad.The winner gets to lay in bed for the longest.

Daddy Monitoring: Drew brings his Elmo chair in to have a family bonding experience while Dad is on the toilet. Jacob soon follows. Mommy feigns ignorance that the children have joined their Daddy, and reads blogs on the computer. Mommy always wins this game.

Mom and Jacob's Double Dash race: Jacob and Mommy race to the bathroom to see who can get there first. First one there wins a hand dunk in the toilet/closing of the bathroom door.

Pajama Party: Pajamas are worn all day by the Bee Family. Loser is the one who has to put on regular clothes first.

Target practice: Drew uses the potty standing up. Mom automatically loses and gets to clean up.

Naked Time: Drew sporadically takes off all of his clothes during lunch proclaiming "naked time". Winner is the one who gets Drew to put on underwear before he sits down at the dining room table.

Book Reading Hour: Jacob brings out a book for Mom and/or Dad to read, and then signs "more" for them to read it again... and again.... and again..... Winner is the one who can read the book the most times without giving up.

Name that smell: Contestants have 5 seconds to determine if it was a fart or a poop that came out of the baby. The "winner" gets to change that diaper.

To my best friend

Happy Birthday, my dear friend.

Ever since the moment I met you 9 1/2 years ago, I've known we would be fast friends. You make me laugh until I cry every day, and make me feel at ease with a glance. I can talk to you for hours, even if it means arguing about politics and listening to you talk about how GREAT Sarah Palin is just to antagonize me. (Only you could say "Palin 2012" with your smug ironic face and I could still love you.) You are the sweetest man, who says and does the nicest things for me and for your family. I know some days are challenging and sometimes we don't get the chance to connect, however I feel so lucky that you decided to share your life with me and I couldn't be prouder to be your wife.

Love, Janna

PS I totally got you a rockin' Birthday/Christmas present.

Please help

Here is my plea. My husband does not know how to cook. If I said this to him, he would ask my to correct myself, my husband does not know how to cook dinner. He is the champion of breakfast foods. No one cooks pancakes like him. They are the best, and he even has taught Drew how to make them. I love my husband. Now that we have gotten that out of the way....

A couple of weeks ago I made cheesy crockpot chicken. Nothing too exciting but it was going to be a home cooked meal, and I was at work for 10 hours that day, expected to arrive home at about 6:30pm from picking up the kids so yay me. My husband, who gets home most nights around 4pm, asked if he should pick up the kids. I told him to finish the meal up instead, which involved boiling noodles and putting broccoli in with the chicken. Simple, right?

As I arrive at the Child care, I get a call on my cell. It's Shaun. "How much water should I add to the pot to cook the noodles?" I told him, and hung up the phone, incredulous that he just asked me a question about boiling noodles. He's going to be 35 this year and he doesn't know how to boil noodles?

When I arrived home, I immediately noticed he didn't make noodles, but angel hair pasta. When I asked him, he said he thought that's what I meant (even though there was clearly a huge bag of noodles sitting right next to the pasta). Because noodles and pasta are the same thing, clearly...

Then I smelled something burning. "What's that?" I asked.

"Well, I thought it looked like too much broccoli to put in the chicken, so i cooked some for the side."

"Well, how long did you cook the broccoli?" I asked, pulling the bowl out of the microwave.

"For 10 minutes."

Have you ever smelled burnt broccoli? Better yet, have you ever smelled it and tried to eat dinner at the same time? This broccoli was charred.

So to put it mildly, we need help. I don't get home until 6:30 every night, so he needs to make dinner, yet if I eat pancakes for dinner one more time, I might puke or die of scurvy. Does anyone have any good, easy recipes?

Left Handed Compliment?!?

When eating dinner last night my husband looked at me and said, "You made these Calzones? They are really good."

Um... well, thanks I think?

Side note: this will be short, I am holding the baby right now, and fighting to keep him awake so Drew and him can take a nap together. (Oh please let this work SOON).

Question for the masses, what do you do with little children when it's too cold to go outside and you don't want to go shopping and you have played every game/craft you can think of? I NEEDS ACTIVITIES.

More tomorrow, I promise.

Our Running Tally

The Hubby and I have a little competition that goes on in our house. This competition is called "who works harder around here" or alternately called "who has it worse around here"? Everything, down to the littlest minute details is discussed and judged. Almost everything seems to have a point value, and one of us is always ahead and the person who is ahead is the one that "works harder" and "has it the worst". The other person then must compensate.

Lets say for example (and most of these are situational- it depends on who is ahead):
He works longer hours (+3), but I clean more (+5, at least in my eyes).
He mows the lawn (+2), but I do the laundry (+4, hey it's year-round).
He makes breakfast (+2, +6 if it's served in bed), but I make dinner (+5).
I put Drew to bed (+3), but he gave Jacob and bath and put him to bed (+4, we'll give him the edge on this one, even though Drew is very difficult at bedtime).

Alternately it carries over into fun activites too.
I went to Lollapalooza (-20), but he went on 3 boys weekend vacays this year (they were shorter so -25).
He saw a movie last week with his sister (-5) , but I went out to dinner with mine last week and shopping with my Mom this week (-10).

It also carries over into who can score a babysitter too. If I score the babysitter (i.e., beg my Mom), we have to do what I want when we go out, and not sit at the Sports Bar all night like he would prefer to do.

Now the real life scenario (today):

Hubby woke up really early for work (+10). He forgot to take out trash (-5). He worked a long day (+5), came home and ordered pizza (+3). He fell alseep after dinner, therefore missing out on the never ending fun of "Bedtime" (-2). Then he was woken up by wife to check a funny smell in the basement and had to clean out a mouse trap (+100!) Afterwards he helped his his wife look for missing snowpants (+5) and didn't get annoyed when she was upset that they were not found (+10).

Janna woke up later for work (-5).Janna got the children ready for school (+10) and took them to school (+10). Janna bought milk and pop and bread at QD on her lunch break (+8). Janna picked up the kids from school (+10). Janna put Jacob and Drew to bed when Hubby fell asleep on couch (+15). Then Janna woke hubby up to check mouse trap (-20), and freaked out about missing snow pants (-20).

Oh did Janna mention that she is getting her husband a

Spoiler: show

{Playstation 3}

for his birthday (+1000)?

I am so freaking ahead, it's not even funny.

So does anyone else operate their marriage in this secret, silent code? Or do you have a different one? Do you think I should give my Hubby more points for the mouse?

And finally, what are the odds that said Hubby will finally read my blog for the first time and get his birthday surprise ruined?

Shaun

I know, all I talk about is my boys, sometimes my friends, and a few times, work (blah). But I never really mention how great my husband Shaun is. Here is an email he sent me yesterday. Sometimes the littlest things make me very happy and this email is one of those things.


"So I hope you're having a great day!!! Hey, I was just thinking about you and how proud I was about how well you're doing with your job. I know it's not easy, but just know how much the boys and I love you and we all think you're the best. That's all, just wanted to let you know I was thinking that."

So just a quick I love you to Shaun.

Drew and Shaun Go Shopping!

So, as a favor to me, Shaun decided to pick up Drew from childcare and go grocery shopping. I was pretty excited (although I do this same task ALL of the time), I sent him a list at work through email, and began to get all excited to get my cleaning done for the week uninterrupted. (I'm a crazy gal, aren't I?) So, here's a rundown:

5:20 p.m.- I sit down and rest for a minute. No rest for the weary, I get up and start vacuuming.

5:55 p.m.- Wow, that was tiring. I sit down with a snack and get ready to watch My OC reruns on the Soap channel (guilty pleasure!)

6:15 Shaun calls, he's just picking up Drew. Wow, it's going to be a late one for them- too bad so sad. I realize I should probably fold laundry while watching TV.

7:00 All done and my "story" is all done too. I work on the dishes, and make mac and cheese, as we only have those ingredients in the house.

7:20 Mac and cheese is done. I call Shaun- he tells me they are a quarter of the way through the list and wants to know which kind of diapers he should buy, trying to figure out unit price for each.

"Just buy baby dry", I tell him, and then I tell him to not be so critical.

"Drew's getting fussy," he says.

"He's probably hungry, go get the cereal bars and let him eat one."

"I don't know where they are." Okay, now I am getting frustrated. Then he also tells me "they don't have pledge wipes". Now I am really frustrated.

"Are you in the right section?"

"I think so, why do you sound so annoyed?"

"I'm not annoyed, you just always think they are out of something when you can't find it."

"Okay, well, I'll talk to you later, bye." He hangs up on me, and I think, am I out of line? Was that pregnancy emotions, or do I have a valid point? I am hungry- must be pregnancy brain. I go eat my Mac and cheese.

7:45- I'm so bored. I clean the coat closet. I could clean the bathroom.... but I don't want to.

8:15- I call Shaun.

"Are you almost done?" I ask.

"Almost, just a couple things.... don't get mad."

"I'm not mad, what?"

"They don't have the V8 Splash in the flavor you wanted."

"Oh," I pause. "It might be V8 frusion."

"Let me see, yes, they do in the frusion."

Oops. "Sorry honey," I say sweetly. "I'll see you soon, right?"

I hear Drew yelling in the background. "Yeah, I'll be home soon."

8:35- Geez, it's late, Drew is going to be so tired, where are they? I can't believe- oh there they are pulling in, finally.

8:55- After trying (unsuccessfully) to get Drew to eat anything but pudding, I go and get him ready for bed. He smells like sunscreen and dirt, and looks prettty awful, but it's too late for a bath tonight, so into bed he goes.

9:15 I put away the groceries that Shaun didn't know where they went (a good 60% of them).

What a relaxing time to myself I had. I hope that can happen again soon!

So to recap

2 hours 15 minutes- The amount of time Shaun and Drew spent in Meijers

1- item not found (Pledge wipes).

2- wrong items bought due to misunderstanding

1- inappropriate Juice item bought by Shaun because it had "100% Vitamin C!"

5 minutes- How long it took when Shaun and Drew got home before the house looked worse than before I started cleaning.

Cheers!