Sometimes

Sometimes I don't rinse the recyclables.
Sometimes I color kiddy pictures with broken crayons.
Sometimes I clean the guest bathroom with scented baby butt wipes.
Sometimes I sing opera in the shower.
Sometimes I toss toys down the basement steps because I don't feel like walking them ALL THE WAY down (eventually they make it to the playroom).
Sometimes I play trains with my boys.
Sometimes I tippytoe outside in my stocking feet to hang laundry in the summer and break my own rule -- WEAR YOUR SHOES!
Sometimes I blast the radio when no one else is around.

Sometimes the phone rings and I don't answer because I know who is calling.
Sometimes I open my husband's mail (federal offense -ha) and throw it out because he won't ---take THAT, junkmail.
Sometimes I stay dressed in my pajamas -- THE ENTIRE DAY.
Sometimes I play with my daughters' American Girl dolls and dress them in new outfits.
Sometimes I drink from the carton when no one is looking.
Sometimes I jump on hotel beds.
Sometimes I try to hide in the 15 passenger van and take a nap.
Sometimes I hide behind the entrance door and jump out to scare my husband just home from work, BOO!
Sometimes I pick my toddler's nose because I can't stand to look at crusty boogers.
Sometimes I wear my glasses just because I didn't put on my makeup.
Sometimes I put on my Knight's size 11 Sorel boots to go get food out of the freezer in the "I can see your breath" garage.
Sometimes I eat bacon with my fingers and then (inconspicuously) use the tops of my socks (that I'm wearing) as napkins.
Sometimes you gotta sometimes.