The Oldest Excuse in the Book…Sort of

We’ve all heard or even tried to use the whole “my dog ate my homework” excuse. I doubt if it ever really worked when it was invented, much less now when it’s been played out. But someone forgot to tell my kid…

I was so proud of myself last night. I made a nice, organized list in a shiny new notebook with all of the projects that I needed to complete or work on this week. I have everything sorted by job and priority level. It was a work of art.

That is, until D ate it. Yep. My toddler ate my to-do list. He may even have swallowed some because when I picked up the drool-covered pieces of paper off the floor, I was missing my housework section.

At least he picked the right part to make disappear…

All in a day’s work for a WAHM!