Laze-E vs. MiniMe

My new plan not to nag Laze-E about how her room looks is working out splendidly. I save myself the mental energy of momcidal fits gentle reminders AND the rooms looks exactly the same. Genius plan, huh? I was just sitting back waiting on her to want something . . .

It only took 4 days. She wants a sleepover with SundayRose (her friend who could easily pass for Nicole Kidman's daughter) on Friday night. Which is great for me because my currency is a clean room.

Which is bad for her because I'm not sure if she can get it done before Saturday morning. She did want to know just why can't I take the bus home with SundayRose right after school on Friday?! I couldn't think of anything appropriately smart-elic to say, so I said nothing. And, the silence was deafening.

But silence is my Haus is always momentary because MiniMe also resides here. In her clean room! Yes, I did help her clean it, but that involved mostly throwing 101 Little Pets into the drawer.

The freakish My Size Barbie was purchased at the Thrift Shop with a mere $2 in change from MiniMe's piggy bank. She keeps referring to the Barb as her little sister - which I find incredibly disturbing for several reasons.

Much to Laze-E's dismay, she also has to clean up her bathroom before I drive her to a sleepover. Seriously, if she'd just return all HairTools to their proper place, it's not that bad.

By Frat Haus standards.

While one child has a hairdryer and two round brushes in her sink, the other has rose petals. Honestly, I can't give the specifics as to why or how. I'm thinking MiniMe must have been left unattended while I was blogging making a nutritious homecooked meal.

Doesn't MiniMe's bathtub make you want to get out the Mr. Bubbles and dive in?

And, before you ask, Freakish My Size Barbie is not allowed in the tub.

Especially naked.

Ever.