“Household Engineer’s job hazzard”!
If you’re like me, a “household engineer” a.k.a. stay at home Mom, you might experience what I called “brain cell diminishing” on-the-job injury.
Basically in layman’s term, getting stupider by the minute (see…is that even a word?!). I’m not calling you stupid, so don’t bombard me with nasty comments, okay!
They say, I don’t know who they is, that after giving birth…one tends to lose a little bit of brain cells. And after having three kids, you know how much brain cells I have left. Alright alright, I can hear some wise remarks forming in your head right now…”but you never had alot of it in the first place!”, blah blah blah.
I mean, it gets kind of hard to have any kind of somewhat intelligent conversations when your “co-workers” are under the age of five. And break time conversations can go like this:
- “Mommy? Are you a poopy head or a peepee head?” Tyler, our five years old son, asked.
- “Mama, Mommy, Dada, Mommy, Mama, Dada…where’s Dada?” Trent, our three years old son, querried.
- “Mommy!!! Booger…I need a tissue!” Tyler yelled holding the biggest booger on his finger *lovely!*
- “Mommy? Do you want to play Pokemon cards?” Tyler asked
- “How do you play it?” Mommy asked
- “I don’t know, so do you want to play it?” Tyler replied
So any chance I get, I either read (what am I reading? That’s another entry for later.) or watch CNN to get up to speed to the latest news or discoveries…only if I don’t doze off during the commercials, that is! 
If you’re like me, a “household engineer” a.k.a. stay at home Mom, you might experience what I called “brain cell diminishing” on-the-job injury.
Basically in layman’s term, getting stupider by the minute (see…is that even a word?!). I’m not calling you stupid, so don’t bombard me with nasty comments, okay!
They say, I don’t know who they is, that after giving birth…one tends to lose a little bit of brain cells. And after having three kids, you know how much brain cells I have left. Alright alright, I can hear some wise remarks forming in your head right now…”but you never had alot of it in the first place!”, blah blah blah.
I mean, it gets kind of hard to have any kind of somewhat intelligent conversations when your “co-workers” are under the age of five. And break time conversations can go like this:
- “Mommy? Are you a poopy head or a peepee head?” Tyler, our five years old son, asked.
- “Mama, Mommy, Dada, Mommy, Mama, Dada…where’s Dada?” Trent, our three years old son, querried.
- “Mommy!!! Booger…I need a tissue!” Tyler yelled holding the biggest booger on his finger *lovely!*
- “Mommy? Do you want to play Pokemon cards?” Tyler asked
- “How do you play it?” Mommy asked
- “I don’t know, so do you want to play it?” Tyler replied
So any chance I get, I either read (what am I reading? That’s another entry for later.) or watch CNN to get up to speed to the latest news or discoveries…only if I don’t doze off during the commercials, that is!
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