Stop. Eating. My. Deodorant.

 "Stop eating my DEODORANT!" I cried for the billionth time as I wondered if I should feed my kids more often.  Which of course led to a lovely round of mommyguilt. (Note: My kids get 3 square meals a day and snacks inbetween that do NOT include deodorant.)

 Then I found this blog.  And I feel much better.  

 Laughed so hard I cried. 

 My kids looked at me like I'd lost it. 

 Maybe I had. 

 Just a little. 

 If you're a mom- please take a minute.  Your sanity is worth it.  

 You're welcome. 

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  1. JulieApril 11, 2013 at 10:07 PM

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  2. JulieApril 11, 2013 at 10:08 PM

    Oh. Son of a motherless goat, I did not read the blog yet, but I got swallowed up in the comedy videos and had a hysterical laughing/crying good time. Thank you.

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    1. tawnyaApril 14, 2013 at 9:22 AM

      Heh. Son of a motherless goat... ("Is that even possible?")

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  3. AggieMayApril 12, 2013 at 7:48 AM

    The comment I deleted was a duplicate- just for those who are curious.

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  4. LoraApril 12, 2013 at 10:08 AM

    A hahahaaa! Love that story! And the thoughts of teeth prints in deodorant simultaneously grosses me out and makes me laugh. May it never happen again.. :)

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    1. AggieMayApril 12, 2013 at 1:16 PM

      That would be what I thought the first time. "I hope he doesn't do that again." Nope. This is the 3rd time I've caught him. Baby locks on the bathroom drawers now :)

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    2. tawnyaApril 14, 2013 at 9:23 AM

      The things you never think you'll say. Like me. This morning. "Stop combing your pit!" Sigh... Maybe switch to coconut oil homemade and give them a shot of nutrition? ;)

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