On the First Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Waking to broken glass
On the Second Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
On the Third Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Three lost assignments
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
On the Fourth Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Four hours at a Spa
Three lost assignments
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
On the Fifth Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Five Good Night kisses
Four hours at a Spa
Three lost assignments
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
On the Sixth Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Six Whining Complaints
Five Good Night kisses
Four hours at a Spa
Three lost assignments
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
On the Seventh Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Seven Loads of Laundry
Six Whining Complaints
Five Good Night kisses
Four hours at a Spa
Three lost assignments
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
On the Eighth Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Eight reasons to smile
Seven Loads of Laundry
Six Whining Complaints
Five Good Night kisses
Four hours at a Spa
Three lost assignments
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
On the Ninth Day of 50 My True Loves gave to me
Nine ounces of toothpaste in the sink
Eight reasons to smile
Seven Loads of Laundry
Six Whining Complaints
Five Good Night kisses
Four hours at a Spa
Three lost assignments
Two glasses spilling
and Waking to broken glass
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Always interesting
This afternoon I stepped out in my back yard to grab something, I don't even know what when I saw my meat cleaver sitting on the swing. This sounds really odd and almost gruesome, but around here it an every day thing. Of course my meat cleaver is out here. Of course there is one roller skate in my bed. Of course my favorite jacket has been lost at school when it was borrowed by my daughter. Of course, that's life as a mom.
One day I decided to write down how many things I encountered when I stepped into the shower. The list reads as follows; one measuring cup, two dinosaurs, Batman, Barbie- no arms, wooden spoon, three Matchbox cars, one large rock, two cereal bowls, three unidentifiable actions figures, one mushy piece of soap left in the water too long, scissors.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that it gets to me sometimes. But thank goodness I am more amused than ticked.
Life as Mama
One day I decided to write down how many things I encountered when I stepped into the shower. The list reads as follows; one measuring cup, two dinosaurs, Batman, Barbie- no arms, wooden spoon, three Matchbox cars, one large rock, two cereal bowls, three unidentifiable actions figures, one mushy piece of soap left in the water too long, scissors.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that it gets to me sometimes. But thank goodness I am more amused than ticked.
Life as Mama
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Moments that my kid was home before I had to clean up something he did
Two
Glue on the dish, glue on the hot pad, glue on the dirty dishes in the sink followed by one cut finger during moment three.
Life as Mama!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
He's 8
He's going out to the car in the rain to get the umbrella, so when he goes outside, to check the rain, he doesn't get wet.
He's 8.
He's 8.
Monday, October 12, 2009
One bathroom
It's so frustrating that as soon as I decide to splurge on some over-priced bath product my son uses it all up in two days! "Oh it feels so good on my skin Mama! I'm slippery! I smell really nice!". "Yea, I'd like to feel it too honey. Can you save me some?" Then when I go to pamper myself the brand new beautifully graphically designed bottle is empty, laying askew on the bathtub floor-like it was calling for help and I'm too late. Damn!
This is completely in opposition to my daughter who has a strong aversion to soap or any other cleaning product. I think diagnostically it could be an over sensitivity to the feeling, but it sure makes the two of them interesting when it comes to figuring out the bathing situation around here. She uses nothing, not the best, but she does like to soak. He uses everything, not the best, and he likes to soak.
Somewhere in there is room for Mama. That's after Papa also uses the nice bath products as he thinks I surely bought them for him!Ah well, it's a good clean life.
This is completely in opposition to my daughter who has a strong aversion to soap or any other cleaning product. I think diagnostically it could be an over sensitivity to the feeling, but it sure makes the two of them interesting when it comes to figuring out the bathing situation around here. She uses nothing, not the best, but she does like to soak. He uses everything, not the best, and he likes to soak.
Somewhere in there is room for Mama. That's after Papa also uses the nice bath products as he thinks I surely bought them for him!Ah well, it's a good clean life.
Who's really being punished?
When I leave my daughters gym bag in the back of the car, so she has to search for it later on in the week when she needs it and all the stinky stuff in it. Is she learning 'natural consequences' of not prepping it and keeping track of it? Or am I punished all week by driving with foot sweat and 'Ode' to the Game', in the back of my car?
I need a bumper sticker that reads, "It's not my car that smells, I'm disciplining my child!"
I need a bumper sticker that reads, "It's not my car that smells, I'm disciplining my child!"
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