- How desperate are you to Blog? Try putting your laptop on your lap. Then put a 10 pound jack russell across your lap and your arms, just your fingers reaching out to the keyboard. And put an 80 pound lab to your left, resting her head on the side of the keyboard and snoring. Now type and surf.
- Helllllooooooo didn't I say that? Leaving the house yesterday morning:
ME: Son do you have all your rugby gear for your game tonight? [b/c I am not going to your game I'm letting you take the car [egad] while I drive your sister and her friend to shop and to practice and to shop and to dinner....so I am not available]
SON: Yes
ME: Do you have under armor?
Son (rolling eyes) YES
ME:Do you have shorts and socks and everything
SON: YES ALREADY
.....
text this afternoon...
SON: So mom if and when you come to my game can you pls bring underarmor its cold
ME: whaaaaaat you said you had it ...
SON: well I have short sleeves but it's cold 2nite...
ME: [grumble grumble insert wild mommy unpublishable texting here]
.... few minutes later...
SON: oh and pls bring socks I can't find mine
ME: WTF I thought you "packed everything.?!"
SON: Yeah I owe you big mommy. I love you
ME: sighhhhhhhI'll be right there...and you owe me a foot rub...
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- And in case you're wondering no Daughter doesn't listen either
Daughter YES
ME: and all your school stuff? metro card? money?
Daughter: YES YES AND YES SHEESSH LEAVE ME ALONE>
ME: as Daughter opens front door.... DO YOU HAVE YOUR PHONE?
Daughter YEEEEEESSSS
....
me, 2 minutes later as I walk through foyer on my way upstairs...and see Daughter's phone on the floor where she left it...
sigh
the phone now? Mine. She can have it back next week. So Friends? STOP TEXTING HER.
12 comments:
Yeah! You and I are the best mommy'se ver - and yet the worst. LOL. Ya know,if I traded your son for mine, I don't think either of us would notice the difference! Same arguments, same "please mommy's", same Y chromasome.
And by the way, you get the BEST word verifications. The one for this Comment? No s**t it is "Coment"
It does not change when there is little to no testosterone in the house. Both C and A will do the same things when we ask about their preparations. Both are bothered if we ask do you have this or that.
It ain't only boyz, I'm just sayin.
So what you're telling me is that it doesn't get any better when they get older and can at least dress themselves and make something to eat??? You just crushed my dreams. :-)
One of the beautiful things about the Blogisphere is getting to see that your house isn't much crazier than most other people's. Thanks for the reassurance!
Yep, they are all the same. (dogs too)
I also would have taken the phone for a week. Great move!!!
You are nicer than I am--I don't do "rescues." Then again, even at it's coldest you can survive here with short sleeves.
I have been there, done that, got the t-shirt & a mug!
They will eventually get it all together, but by that time you will be certifiably insane......and not notice.
I know what you're saying...about the blogging with dogs in your lap, and your laptop.
I also know what you're saying about the kids who don't listen. I guess anyone with kids knows that!
You are a nice mom to even remind - and not say I TOLD YOU SO. My kids will soon be hating me, I'm pretty sure; just looking forward to the day they get why I'm mean...:D
Love the dog-hindered computer time!
So THAT'S what I have to look forward to...
:)
My older daughter is totally together in these matters, and makes me crazy with her superior attitude. Younger (13 this week) is the opposite! And now with those teen hormones raging, she gets stinking mad whenever I remind her of something. I now live in fear of wrath from 2 of them. Pitiful! I'm glad we don't have to deal with underclothes here - or real shoes (we can all wear the same flip flops :)
Ah, I love those 3pm daily texts. Yesterday? Six ingredients for a dish she needed to cook for a lab at school, including buttermilk. Now what am I going to do with the rest of that buttermilk?
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