The Dirty Mommy Club

This past year had to be one of the longest of my life.  Undergoing an entire home renovation while pregnant, and having two littles was trying to say the least.  When it was finished, we all began to adjust to our new space.  

The most obvious change for the kids was the amount of space they had to run around in.  While the reno was going on, we had only 3 bedrooms and a bathroom. No other space in the house was safe enough for them to play in, so all running around was done outside.  Now, the kids LOVE running in their own house.  They chase each other around and around the island, giggling the entire time.  And if Dirty Daddy or I happen to be in the kitchen, they run by and give us a smack on the butt, laughing their little asses off as they start another lap.

About a month ago, Dirty Daddy and I spent the day outside with some friends enjoying swimming, soccer and running around with our kids.  On our way home, we stopped for gas.  As Dirty Daddy was pumping (the gas.  He was pumping the gas. Get your mind out of the gutter!), we both noticed a man getting out of his car.  The reason we noticed is that he was shit faced drunk.  And this was at 5pm on a Saturday. 

Dirty Daddy and I decided to call the police to report him.  Dirty Daddy went into the gas station to get the number.  We called the police, gave them the information we had and then headed home.  Shortly after getting home, an officer called asking if he could come and get our statements as the individual had in fact been tracked down at his house.  

Officer Jim arrived minutes after his call.  He came into the house and the kids were in awestruck.  It was obvious that he had kids of his own as he got down on their level, offered them deputy stickers and answered the questions they had.  Officer Jim explained the paperwork we needed to complete and Dirty Daddy and I got down to the business of providing our statements.  The kids warmed to Officer Jim quickly.  In no time at all, they welcomed him in by playing and running around the house, no longer being attached to our legs.  

As Dirty Daddy and I sat at the island completing our forms, Officer Jim stood at the end of the island.  The kids began running around and around, no doubt putting on a little show for their important guest.  Laughter from the kids filled the room.  And then we heard it.  Smack.  The look on Officer Jim's face said it all.  As Bug ran past Officer Jim, she gave him a smack on the ass.  

Officer Jim took it in stride.  I couldn't help but smile.  After all, she is Dirty Mommy's daughter.

Cheers Dirties.