
Today was our last day of real summer - back to work tomorrow for Mommy. SUCKS!
We are leaving the boys in charge of Charlotte and Jamison and Calvin in charge of the boys.
I think it'll work out just fine. Right?
On the way to the beach, we stopped at McDonalds for lunch. I chose it because it had a huge play area and the boys needed to get some energy out. Every other family with kids chose it, too. Unfortunately, the playyard was closed (cue whining and repitition of "I wanna go in dere!" now) so we sat near the door and ate our nuggies. We had been there a while when a man that looked sort of like the one here (but NOT a cartoon) wearing a McDonalds uniform and many tattoos came by to empty the trash. Owen yelled "OH! MOMMY!" pointing at him. I tried to shush him but he wouldn't give in and after many attempts to tell me what he was thinking he screamed, "IT IS! IT'S OLD MCDONALD!" I, and the parents crammed in the restaurant, all guffawed and Henry said, "Maybe not."
I took an epsom salt bath. It was a humiliating experience. But it actually did help my symptoms. Unfortunately, shoving my fat ass into a m...