The other night Miles shut himself in the pantry and told me he was not coming out until I made a different dinner.
In turn I told him to get comfortable.
He remained in the pantry until I served dinner, at which time he “memembered” that he does like spaghetti and meatballs.
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Over at Alphamom, Teens, Sex, and Porn, Oh my. What do you do when pole dancing and porn stars are mainstream? And your teenagers have constant unsupervised access to the Internet?
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I bought these two kids clothing online. When my daughter found this out she demanded that I show her exactly what I had bought and said that there had better not be any dresses. Luckily I had gotten the no dress memo and only bought skorts and bermuda length shorts. Short shorts are not allowed at school, but my daughter has long legs and is a skinny little thing who wears a size 4T at 7.5 yrs old. So by default, most of her shorts are well above her knees.
So, I showed her the clothes and she approved of most of them. One skirt and a pair of gold sandals she scoffed at.
Yuck, why did you buy me those… those… girly BABY things.
Uh, because I thought you were a GIRL and they come in your size…
Ugh, well I am a tomboy.
Oddly, the skort with the large red flowers was not too girly.
I am totally not happy with this latest turn of events. One daughter. I have ONE daughter and she wants to wear boy clothing. I bite my tongue, but it is hard. I miss the poofy dress princess days.
And these oversized athletic shorts that she fancies now make me die a little inside.
Everytime she puts them on I find myself saying, “Don’t you have anything else you can put on?” I realize I sound just like my mother and then I die even more on the inside, right after I brush her hair out of her face and comment that if she tied it back we could see her pretty eyes.
Your son has been injured during football practice
One trip the ER later, a broken clavicle is ruled out. He has some sort of AC seperation or something or other. Poor kid. Poor Me. I don’t handle injured kids well. I sort of freak out, mostly in my head, but still.
He arrived home close to midnight last night and proceeded to eat 8 large tacos. At least his appetite is still intact.
There is this one mother I am acquainted with who is “perfect.” Now, I do not mind this “perfection” at all. In fact, I sort of welcome it because my child benefits from the crafts and activities that she does.
My child came home from her house once and gleefully said, “Did you know you can sew buttons BACK ON YOUR CLOTHES?!?” Like it was the greatest secret ever. Honestly, how else would my child ever learn that. Well, yes, I suppose I could sew, but what use would we have for safety pins?
I wrote about not being that mom over at alphamom. Come over and tell me what it is that you don’t do.
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Further evidence that my children are well prepared for frat house life.
My 11 yr old just came downstairs and told me that he was rudely woken up when his brother stepped on him this morning. Why, yes, I did wonder how he could be stepped on while sleeping in his bed. Turns out he had fallen out of bed last night and didn’t wake up. He spent the night sleeping on floor.
I swear I keep the alcohol locked up.
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It is very difficult to get any sort of work done around here when you look up from your laptop mid-thought and see an impromptu interpretive dance happening on the counter. It is no wonder I have not had a complete thought in years.
It is so normal for life in this house that no one else even pays attention. As evidenced by my 9 yr old cooking himself French toast without even glancing behind him.
They are so ready for life in a frat house. I wonder if I can move them in there early, like now.
Seven empty large pizza boxes balance precariously on the counter
Last night’s dinner
I couldn’t be expected to cook after a week and a half away, could I?
I must ease back into this crazy life slowly.
8:30 am
Already did early morning football practice drop-off
Ran two miles
Began detox diet, because two months of back to back illness necessitates some change
I will miss coffee the most over the next couple weeks (days? hours?)
5yr old singing that horrible Billionaire song over and over again
My ears, they bleed.
7yr old pointing out everything she “needs” in various catalogs
The bickering
How could I have forgotten how much they talk?
The overly loud television
I haven’t seen iCarly in almost two weeks.
Where were you that they didn’t have iCarly?
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Emails need to be answered
Work needs to be done
All the invitations, notices, obligations for seven children need to be consolidated into one calendar
Back to school stuff needs to be determined and then purchased
I ate at this restaurant a couple nights ago and it was absolutely delicious. Probably the best gluten free restaurant I have eaten at, not that I have eaten at many.
Man, I miss my kids, those little jerks. This is the longest I have been away from them. I have enjoyed being away, it is amazing what passes for decadent when you are kidless, except for the part where I got sick and slammed a door on my foot. I am furiously knocking on wood that I am on the upswing. Just a heads up to everyone at BlogHer, refrain from tongue kissing me.
My 9yr old survived his camp experience, also. He had very little desire to tell me about it on the phone because he is BUSY! with PLACES TO GO! PEOPLE TO SEE! Though I did get out of him that he did not bathe or brush his teeth either. Apparently his shampoo spilled inside his little toiletry bag rendering all the contents inside the bag useless. What? How dare you uggest the contents could have been rinsed off! That is simply not a posibility! Sheesh.
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