Life as a reformed Zookeeper. Now living a life as a working mother who dabbles in karate, scrapbooking, and Coors Light!

Sunday, August 27, 2006

Further to My Point....

....of feeling couped up and down-in-the-dumps-over-my-sorry-existence. I can't even go to the toilet without someone screaming at me for not bringing them with me. This, mind you, was happening before I started working outside the home. I'm trying to play hardball with Griffin and get him to put on his own fucking clothes, only to have him scream at me some more. Erin lost her glasses between our party destination and home tonight. I looked in the van. They're not there. Aaron looked at party destination. They're not there. At least they didn't cost 230 bucks like her first pair.

...On a lighter note, google Landon Pigg and listen to his stuff. He's quite good.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

When you are in the van, slam on your breaks fairly hard so stuff on the floor of the van shifts. This is how I find lost shit on the floor of tha van. Laugh all you want, I swear it works. It works even better when there is an unbuckled kid you can scare the be jesus out of.

Parenting tips from a crazy person? Probably. But I'll never be as bad a parent as my own were.

I always tell people that I never got hit as a child. My folks always had a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, and they couldn't be bothered to put either one down to keep us in line.

I actually do have a cigarette burn scar on my hand. I'll point it out sometime to ya.

Griffin? Take him nekkind to day care if he won't dress himself. He'll learn real fast. (Or he'll be nekkid, but eventually it will be cold enough he'll put his own clothes on.

8:46 AM

 
Blogger Cath said...

Hope things settle down soon sweetie!

6:41 PM

 
Blogger Nancy said...

OKay, Steph your entry was cute and all. But OH MY GOD!!!! JUdy's response is one of the best I've seen yet! I am literally laughing out loud at her technique for finding things in her car (and scaring unbuckled children!)!! Sorry that your parents hands were full Judy, but holy hell that is some funny shit!

6:56 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks, Nancy. I am not kidding about slamming on the breaks. Just ask my kids who now remember to stay buckled. Some lessons are best taught the hard way. ** No children have been seriously injured during my driving, and I take only partial responsibility for the emotional scars that might ensue. They should have listened the first time I told them.**

8:40 AM

 

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