It occurred to me this week that I hate stickers. It wasn’t a random thought. I almost wish it was. J decided to decorate the window in our dining room with stickers from the piano mat my youngest brother gave them for Christmas. I tried taking them off with my nails, but no such luck. I have to use a razor. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet…
We have stickers floating around the house in any and every room on any given day. Honestly, it’s a pretty close race between dinosaurs and stickers for what we have more of in the house.
They come from everywhere. The doctor’s office. Birthday parties. School. Coloring books. And the boys put them on everything. Windows. Furniture. Notebooks. My laptop.
I don’t really have anything big or sweeping to say on this topic. Only that I hate them and I’ve come to the realization a week before Valentine’s Day, on which C will inevitably come home with for effing stickers.🤬
The Saucy Mama 