Vomit, Taxes, Fun Dip, and Divorce.

So today was interesting and Im exhausted. The hub and I went out to Breakfast together, something we havent done for a loooong time. We were perusing the local ads and here is something that we found:

Roses are red, violets are blue
You broke the seventh commandment
Now Im divorcing you.

Sincerely, ]
John

Good Luck Billy Ray

Seriously, someone put that in the personal ads.

So then we went to do our taxes. It was taking forever, and sooner or later I had to leave to go get the kids from school while T stayed behind and took care of business. The kids were all chatty and pumped up from the bucket loads of sugar that the school pumped into them for valentines day parties today. I returned to the tax office with kids in tow, told them to sit in the waiting room chairs and read their books, that we would be done in a minute (we could see them from the desk we were at). No sooner, did that get out of my mouth than L went rushing past me toward the garbage can. He got about half way there and exploded right there in the middle of the waiting room. School provided root beer floats, candy, and chocolate milk from lunch, all released from their holding cell that was my son's stomach, now a mess in the waiting room of H&R block. Nice.

So...I set about cleaning it up, and sent him to the the bathroom to clean off his shoes, and pants that received some of the mess as well. I just about had it cleaned up when I glanced up from my squatting position on the floor at my seven year old, A, and noticed that he had a thing of Orange "Fun Dip" all over his face, sweatshirt and the blue plastic waiting room chair. I confiscated the rest of the Not-So-Fun-Dip, and sent HIM to the bathroom to clean up, and proceeded to clean up the chair. All the while S is making like Maggie Simpson with the sucking of her ring pop.
Im sure the receptionist and others in there were so glad when we were done and left.