I love my kids, really I do – but when as a parent will I be able to give an instruction and have it followed without any help or input from me?
We had a bunch of people coming over to christen our new patio/pergola on Saturday night. That meant, of course, that the house needed to be cleaned, food needed to be prepared, margaritas needed to be mixed, beer needed to be iced down and because I’m the type of hostess that goes out of her way, the bathrooms needed to be stocked. I asked my youngest, Jarin, to, “Stack about 6 rolls of toilet paper in each bathroom.”
About 30 minutes later I walked past the powder room to find this.
What the fuck?