I really am trying to write something tonight.
Anything at this point.
Life has been so completely sucky that I figure I must be able to find some humor in at some level.
Not writing because life sucks is a lousy excuse.
Not writing because my children are driving me nuts is on the other hand, an extremely acceptable excuse.
I therefore shall use it.
Enter grumpy whiny child....
"Mommy, she wont let me touch her Brownie thing."
"She wont let you do what to who?"
"Katherine wont let me touch her Brownie thing."
"What's a Brownie thing?"
"It's that long soft thing hanging on her closet that she made at Brownies. She wont let me touch it."
"I thought I told you to put on your pajamas?"
"I was going to but....."
"Since when does putting on your pajamas include touching each other's stuff?"
"But mom....".
"Go to your room and put on your pajamas or else I am going to go in there and help you."
(Funny how that always clears the room.)
The sound of not putting on pajamas floats through the house.
"Jeffrey, stop pushing me, I'm ta-rying to brush my teeth."
"I'm not pushing you, now get off my stool."
"But I have to look in the mirror to brush my teeth."
"No you don't... And that's my stool.... So get off!"
"EW EW EW you had your hands in your underwear and now you're touching me with them."
~~~~Giggling~~~
"STOP IT!!!!"
~~~~More Giggling~~~
"MOMMMMMEEEEEEEE JEFFREY IS PUTTING HIS HANDS IN HIS UNDERWEAR AND THEN TOUCHING ME."
"NO I'M NOT....... KATHERINE WONT GET OFF MY STOOL."
(Hang on sec, I'll be right back.....)
(No wonder I'm not getting anything done.)
(I am considering moving my desk into my closet.)
(Maybe my neighbors closet.)
Anything at this point.
Life has been so completely sucky that I figure I must be able to find some humor in at some level.
Not writing because life sucks is a lousy excuse.
Not writing because my children are driving me nuts is on the other hand, an extremely acceptable excuse.
I therefore shall use it.
Enter grumpy whiny child....
"Mommy, she wont let me touch her Brownie thing."
"She wont let you do what to who?"
"Katherine wont let me touch her Brownie thing."
"What's a Brownie thing?"
"It's that long soft thing hanging on her closet that she made at Brownies. She wont let me touch it."
"I thought I told you to put on your pajamas?"
"I was going to but....."
"Since when does putting on your pajamas include touching each other's stuff?"
"But mom....".
"Go to your room and put on your pajamas or else I am going to go in there and help you."
(Funny how that always clears the room.)
The sound of not putting on pajamas floats through the house.
"Jeffrey, stop pushing me, I'm ta-rying to brush my teeth."
"I'm not pushing you, now get off my stool."
"But I have to look in the mirror to brush my teeth."
"No you don't... And that's my stool.... So get off!"
"EW EW EW you had your hands in your underwear and now you're touching me with them."
~~~~Giggling~~~
"STOP IT!!!!"
~~~~More Giggling~~~
"MOMMMMMEEEEEEEE JEFFREY IS PUTTING HIS HANDS IN HIS UNDERWEAR AND THEN TOUCHING ME."
"NO I'M NOT....... KATHERINE WONT GET OFF MY STOOL."
(Hang on sec, I'll be right back.....)
(No wonder I'm not getting anything done.)
(I am considering moving my desk into my closet.)
(Maybe my neighbors closet.)
