Was it when I gave myself a gold sticker each time I managed to un-clog the toilet?
Or maybe it was when I sprained my neck when I tried to pat myself on the back because I managed not to step on any Lego’s for four whole hours.
No, I’ve got it. It’s when I took the filters out of the AC vents and remembered to duck before the metal covering hit me in the head and knocked me off the ladder.
So I rewarded myself with a brownie.
Calorie and carb free, of course.
I’m not sure why my kids are suddenly worried about whether or not I’m getting enough sunshine, but I think I know when I realized it.
I was reading a friends status update about her crush on sons wrestlemania actions toys, when I realized that I too, have been spending too much time indoors with my children’s play things.
For instance, is it just me who’s been giving ole Buzz Lightyear a 2nd look since Toy Story 2?
Especially when he did that Spanish serenade thing? *wistful sigh*
For weeks after that I wore a cowboy hat and changed my name to Jessie.
It was also around this time that I caught myself having arguments with my imaginary friend, The Countess Consuelo.