This morning I saw my kids, laying around in their pajamas, and decided that they needed a goal for today.
"Hey guys" I said rather enthusiastically, "why don't you do something funny today so I can blog about it?"
They groaned and went back to watching TV.
They haven't done anything funny for a while. Seriously, what am I supposed to blog about? The fighting is getting old. The teasing is getting old. The whining is getting old.
Then, something weird happened.
They all got dressed without me telling them to.
Apparently, they wanted something.
They wanted to go to the park. I explained that the dishes would need to be done for this to happen.
They did the dishes.
This was too weird, so we all piled in the car and we went to the park. While there, I told them that they needed to do something funny so I could blog about it, so they climbed to the top of the playground tower and had a burping contest.
We had a nice visit to the park. I sat under a tree and counted all the moms with their designer strollers, overly highlighted bumpit heads and daisy headbands that are bigger than their baby's head. I laughed because I'm pretty sure they don't realize that they're living a stereotype.
I look over at Max and for the first time notice that Mac & Cheese he had for lunch is still all over his face. I ask my other kids why nobody bothered to wash his face, and none of them answer. So then I ask Max "Did you know that you have Mac & Cheese all over your face?'
He nods yes.
"Did you forget to wash it off or are you saving it for later?"
"I'm savin' it for later."
And I'm feeling pretty good about life because;
1. He's only 4 and has already learned to plan ahead.
2. He wasn't wearing a huge daisy on his head.
Then one of the bumpit set got out a really nice, hand pieced, hand stitched quilt and laid it on the grass and dirt then rolled her stroller on top of it and sat down.
I had to look away.
(Seriously, I doubt that she had any clue how much work and expense went into that beautiful quilt, and she's got it laying on the ground!)
Max went down the slide about 100 times. The kid is a slide maniac.
Then we went home, where Brielle got out her notebook and proceeded to draw some rather uncomplimentary pictures of me. She thought this was funny until I told her that she couldn't have a popcicle, then she tried to back track and drew nice pictures. She drew pictures of herself with tears running down her face, saying she was sorry and very sad............
Then I noticed that one of the pictures of herself had a mustache, and she doesn't have a mustache.
I still didn't let her have a popcicle. I told her she could have one when she grows a mustache.
How long do you think I should stay mad at her?
12 comments:
Oh go ahead and forgive her! She can only draw so many pictures of herself in despair! You could maybe get an extra chore out of her first though!
Until she's 21.
If she shows that much artistic creativity you should be applauding her!
milk it as long as you can. It doesn't last long. Mine are 17 and 12. I very rarely get anything out of them. And as for the streotypical NEW moms, just wait til the next ones come along heh heh heh...
WV: glychike-an experienced mother who knows not to put intensive work quilts on the ground and drive your high dollar stroller on it; mother with enough experience to laugh at the prep newbies.
I want to go to the park with you!!
The cute, skinny moms with the perfect hair make me so mad (even if I secretly wish I were one of them!!)
Marshy likes to save his food on his face for later, too. he hates it when I try to wash his face. And yes, most of the time I don't even notice it's there.
I advise you to stay mad at her less long than I will be mad at the bumpit for the horrifying treatment of that quilt. So, as long as you want, because I just might not forgive that.
So I nominated you for a major award over at my bloghouse! Play along if you feel so inclined!
just keep a hold of that pic with the tears and the sadness, because when she actually does grow that mustache the tears and sadness will return.
p.s.
i know this girl who puts one of those stupid dasies on her baby's head, and i swear i have to fight the urge to rip it off every time i see them.
I am still giggling about the bumpit set. 'Cuz it's so totally true! (Said with a flip of the head and a hair swish. If only I had some bubblegum. . .)
Those giant dasiy headbands are so awful!! A girl I work with was ooohhhing and aaaahhing over a website that sells them (for $30!!!) the other day. She couldn't get over how cute they were. I had to bite my tounge, although I did tell her you can get all of the supplies for one at the dollar store. lol
Hearing that others think those daisy-dos are ridiculous makes my heart swell with joy! I thought I was just being a crotchety old broad! WHEW!
And you should be mad at her until Bagsalody day, but not one minute after!
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