Everybody knows that Christmas is about keeping the Santa Secret and pleasing your children. Therefore, the most dreaded words are uttered on Christmas Eve. "I changed my mind, I want a [pony, scooter, bike, Red Rider BB gun]" A close second place winner is, "Can I have a New Year's Eve party?" Then, "Me, too?"
I am sick. Really and truly sick. I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day." Because I am. My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor. I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick. So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor. I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin. I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. The kids came home from school. I might have acknowledged them. I made chicken noodle soup from scratch. I couldn't even think. My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do. I grunted some terse instructi...
Bahahahahaha! Poor guy, doesn't stand a chance against a hormonal teenage girl.
ReplyDeleteLove this.
ReplyDeleteLooks similar to my brain but my stick is a lot wider.
Don't you just love kids?
ReplyDeleteVery funny! Just like something my 11 yr old would do to her sister! I'd better not let them read your blog or they may start getting ideas...
ReplyDeleteSo my little one who has 4 older sisters is in for it huh??
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