HARRISONISMS AND HOLIDAY PTSD

Am I the only one having trouble getting my shit together post Holiday?  I'm way behind on most everything.  Including this blog.  Thanks for bearing with me.  I will share a few Harrisonisms to show my gratitude for your patience.

• "Mommy... you're not Grandma, but I still love you."

• "Hmmmm, I don't know this author."

• "Is the milk that comes out of breastez clean or dirty?"

• "Well, if you keep driving like this, you're gonna get under arrested."

• "Dear Santa, Harrison loves you.  I would really love a ticket for sleigh rides, and...everything else I want."

• "I'm all bungled up and ready to play in the cold!"

• "Where is the goddamned Waffle House anyway?"

Before you vote me worst mom of the year, that last one did require a convo about the appropriateness of 4yr olds and cursing.  I understand his agitation though.  When you want a pancake, you want it RIGHT NOW!  Am I right, or am I right?

I hope you are all recouping after the Holidays.  I'm trying to get back in the groove.  Maybe you'll even hear from me again soon.