Kidnap me, please!

Does anyone else have days where they really wish someone would kidnap them?  No?  Yeah, me neither.

Honestly, I am so over this day…really this entire week.

I’m sure it’s sad and pathetic that the highlight of my day is going to consist of having a sleep over with S, Mama C., Baby Girl, and Little J. But I do not even care.  I honestly cannot even begin to explain the excitement that came over me when I decided last night that I was going to venture out to the middle of nowhere tonight to hang out watching movies, eating food that I shouldn’t (I still have 4 pounds to lose!), and watching Baby Girl breathe do hilarious things.

My favorite nail polish color and the glitter polish that goes with it came up missing about 2 weeks ago.  My first thought was, “oh hey, I bet that’s in little J’s room.”  I searched that baby with no such luck when it occurred to me that child had thieved that polish and hidden it from me. Little J is a hoarder extraordinaire, her father and I are not. I told Sugar Bear and S that I couldn’t find it and I suspected that it was in that room somewhere “special.”  Sugar Bear thought I was cray and just forgot where I put it.  S’s exact words were “of course it is. When it comes to make up or nail polish girl is a klepto.” 

When Little J came home Wednesday I remembered to ask her where she had hidden it. She told me she didn’t have it and actually legit got upset and angry that I had lost it because she “really loved that polish.” Sorry bout me for being so irresponsible that I can’t even keep up with my own nail polish.

Fast forward to last night…

Here comes Little J skipping (literally) into the living room with both nail polish bottles in hand smiling, “Oh hey Layne, I forgot that I hid these in my drawer from you.”

Yeah that’s what I thought, Klepto.

 

-G