It's been one of those days.
the one where I say fuck about 52 times.
Mostly under my breath or in my head, but every now and then something shitty slipped out of my mouth...
It started out with an early morning of screaming. Followed by a breakfast of screaming. Moving on to a full morning of screaming.
While scrambling around the kitchen to prepare breakfast, serve sippy cups the right color and right temperature with the right beverage at the speed of a nanosecond, when I haven't had a drop of coffee yet, and the dogs start barking and won't shut up-
I let a "goddamn motherfucker" in the voice of a grizzly bear slip out under my breath.
Dwayne shimmed his finger at me and told me to stop cussing so much.
Pissed me right the fuck off!
Sometimes, some moments are just worth a goddamn motherfucker.
And it was that kind of day.
You either had to laugh or go completely insane.
I did both.
Sophie's biggest tradgedy of the day was when Big Baby's pajamas were not fastened completely. My god! there was a quarter inch NOT VELCROED!!!
Hysterical screaming ensued for fifteen minutes. Complete with foot stomping and body thrashing.
How do you not laugh?!!?
It's been three days in a row Sophie has not taken a nap.
She turns evil around 3 o'clock.
The only good thing about a no-nap day is that it will be short day. She'll crash out by 7 o'clock.
But I am fearing the worst- that she might be trying to give up naps completely.
noooooooooooo!!!!!
I'm hoping tomorrow we'll be down to reasonable number of "fuck"s running through my head.
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First bitches...
There, now that I've gotten that out of the way...uh yeah.
The last two days I have seriously considered blowing my brains out from the non-stop crying and hyperventilation from Holden's Future Wife. Yesterday I thought I had it nailed when I launched six handfuls of Cheerios into the back yard for the ducks to eat...until they came up to the sliding glass door and traumatized her...
Mexico again, say what, ummmm, next month?
Oh girl... I hear ya! I remember those days quite well. If you can survive and live through them, the teen years are pretty enjoyable. LOL.
I also laugh at myself when I look back on home video of when my kids were small. They way I talked!! I was like a female version of Mr. Rogers!!!!!! "Oh you silly goose!" "Sweetie Petey, could you stop doing that honey bunny?"
15 years of raising three kids has turned my language into something a roadie would be proud of. Oooops.
LOL.
Naps are a must! How dare big baby not be properly dressed!
Like you tell me...BEER... lots of it! Things will get easier. :)
If some curse words keep you from having the ultimate breakdown, I say, let them fly! :)
The only way we all get naps around here...and save what's left of my sanity in the process....is to make a completely and totally concerted effort to wear my guys out in the morning. There can be VERY little sitting. If we have to make more than one stop in the car, then I have to park at the last possible space and we all walk, in the heat, to the store. Things like that.
Good luck
Some of the first phrases uttered out of my son's mouth were:
"Jesus Murphy"
"What a freakin' mess!"
Good thing I censored my cuss words slightly when they came out of my mouth.
When the naps go bye-bye it'll be a sad day.
This makes me feel better. Here I thought I was just a bad aunt for cracking up laughing whenever Ryan has a meltdown over something completely ridiculous. :) I hate the finger shimming! My mom is always on me!! The same lady who told me not to point at people because it's rude. Imagine! :) Maybe one of those addicted beers will come find you soon. :)
Well we can tell where my mind has been as the hubster has been out of town cause my first thought was "what she really needs is the actual f*ck." Hee.
My daughter told me "get a grip" yesterday. Yeah.
Hope it gets better tomorrow!
I hate those crying days. Those are the days that make me glad I work.
((Hugs))
Ahhh, those are the days.
Poor thing. I'm right there with you somedays. What usually happens to me is I can't bitch them out or beat them, I just end up crying with them.
Seems to be going around lately. I hope today is a better fucking day.
Heck I caught myself several times saying oh shit while looking after the kids and then looked at Sophie and said ..Oma just said a bad word you should not say it and I will try to stop OK?
I have just caught up on all the wonderful stories about an since the VACATION. We had a wonderful time too. Holden Sophie Aunt Cathy and I, we went to the zoo and the outlet mall. We wnet for red wagon rides in the neighborhood and smelled flowers in bloom. And of course we swam in the bucket , the dog dish and the pool. Love to all
I want to say goddamn motherfucker the majority of the time. I think I will.
I remember those days and still get them sometimes. Let the words fly!
It's cute when they say those words, or is that just me?
"Complete with foot stomping and body thrashing.
How do you not laugh?!!?"
You cough alot behind your hand.
Maybe you should find another word for "fuck" that makes you feel just as good when you say it. That way you could say it whenever you wanted, even in front of kids!
Yep we all have days like this. I also have days when I cuss like a sailor!
Margaritas help!
And THAT is why a glass of cold white wine tastes so bloody good at 430pm.
Hope your following days had less screaming, Lum.
So we're twins separated at birth, yet sharing the mother tongue. In a manner of speaking.
My language lately has had to be toned down quite a lot since my 4-year old said "shit" in her Episcopalian pre-K class and I'm the prez of the board of trustees and all. Oopsie-doodles!
"Not sure where she learned it. Maybe the homeless shelter where we volunteer, or the drug rehab clinic where we give hugs and sunshine to tweakers, or maybe she picked it up from the street corner where I send her to preach the gospel while I handle the one across the boulevard." Shit. Right.
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