My 3 Monsters: This is What Happens When Daddy is "Between Jobs"

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This is What Happens When Daddy is "Between Jobs"

Idle hands are the devil's playthings.  Isn't that what "they" say?  Brent and I have been having a pretty good time these past two weeks. Between his job searching and our bedroom renovation, that is.  We are adults here.  Or we've at least fooled many people into thinking so.  But the two of us together, round the clock, has a funny effect on us.  We get a little . . . punchy.  A little giddy.  Slap happy.  Creative, says I.  Stupid silly, says anyone on the outside looking in.  Last Saturday we made Spaghetti Tacos for dinner.  Any iCarly fans out there?  I made more of a southwest chili spaghetti and it was actually quite delicious, though frivolously heavy on the carbs.

We also took immense pleasure this past week in pranking our children.  It was April Fool's Day after all.   At breakfast we served them "juice" which was really solid jello and put blue food coloring in the bottom of their cereal bowls so that when they poured the milk in they got a magical surprise.  Riley particularly enjoyed the juice prank, saying with a giggle, "I really wanted that juice.  I mean, I LIKE juice".  But it was early and we were just warming up.  For lunch, we opened up their single serving bags of chips the night before and carefully replaced them with another type of chip and then resealed them. I just wish I could have seen Sis's face when she tore into her bag of Doritos and found  Lay's instead!  Then for dinner, after assuring them that I was all pranked out, I made a "pie" that was really meatloaf frosted with pink mashed potatoes and " grilled cheese sandwiches"  that we're really poundcake and frosting.  (All ideas stolen from  It was good, good, childish fun.  Much better than the year I parked the van up the street and locked the door and hid in the kitchen so the kids would think they were locked out after school.  Or the year we told them they had to get shots before we could go to California for Aunt Kelly's wedding and loaded them all, sobbing, into the van and drove them to McDonalds instead.  I'm not kidding.  This year's pranks went over a lot better than those other ones.  Really.

Don't you judge us, mature friends out there.  Marjory Hinckley did say, "The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it.  You either have to laugh or cry.  I prefer to laugh.  Crying gives me a headache."

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