if I was paid to:
- turn off the TV and shut the cupboard door.
- drag barstools away from the fridge, pantry, medicine cabinet, sink, stove and game closet back to the island or counter.
- stub the smallest three toes of my right foot.
- have my foot stepped on by a small but extraordinarily heavy landing foot.
- make “Sin knee mon and sugar toast.”
- read – we’d be billionaires.
- talk to small children pretending to be animals, medical professionals and super heroes.
- pull the comforter back from Paul’s side where he hoards it nightly.
- have insomnia – zillionaires.
- kiss my kids and stroke their hair – well, I guess there isn’t enough money in the world to keep up with my output.
My, aren’t you the prolific little blogger today. Perhaps if you could get paid for blogging…
Duh!
Only a woman with three little kids, who rarely sleeps through the night and if she does isn’t adequately covered would forget that. 🙂
I would like to create a tidy little cottage industry earning pennies every time I say “like” and “totally” and “you know?” Quadrabazillionaires! Or at least enough for a Venti sugar-free vanilla latte. 😉
Sounds like you are.
I feel the same about making cheap, boxed macaroni and cheese.