Articles by Erin-Go-Braghless!

My seven year old climbed into bed with me this morning (DH was showering for work), and told me I smelled funny. 

“Well, sweetie,” I told my daughter, “I have not showered yet this morning.” 

 ”No, Mommy.  You smell like you and Daddy wet the bed last night!” 

 Me: *blink, blink* 

My daughter throws back the covers and points to a wet spot in the sheets: “You DID have an accident last night!” She bends over and sniffs at the wetness. “But it doesn’t smell like pee pee.”

Me: *blink, blink*

Then she hops off the bed, tells me to wash the sheets today, and runs off to finish watching The Fox and the Hound.

WHEW!  I dodged a bullet there, didn’t I?

It will be clean at least until the girls are awake again.  *sigh*  My husband and I had a party for his coworkers on Sunday night.  We played a Texas Hold ‘Em Tournament.  Neither of us was at the finals table.  I chose not to play, but instead to play ‘hostess‘.  That means I got to drink a glass of wine (thank you, Farrah), greet guests as they arrived, console them as they lost and departed for the night, and watch my husband play.  For him, it was a warm-up for the tournament we’ll participate in while we’re in Las Vegas next week. Me? Said in Cheech Marin’s half-baked heavy mexican accent: “I don’t need no stinking ‘warm-up’.” So you must be wondering: ‘Why did you have a party?’  Lemme ’splain:

 I get the Susie Homemaker Virus every few months, where I furiously clean and clean and clean.  Then, of course, we must throw a party!  My husband loves it when we’ve scheduled a party, since he knows that the house will get cleaned thoroughly.  Any other time, I’m chasing three young kids around, so I’m lucky to keep up with the dishes and the laundry. One does have to live in their house, right?  I always clean the house before we leave on vacation.  After all, what if something happens to us and our families have to be in our home to gather insurance policies or get stuff for the girls? Ever think of that? Well, I do.