The Momo edition.
*CRASH! BANG! "Not me! Not me!" says Momo before I even have time to ask who did what.
*She got ashes today. She gave the poor woman a dirty look after the deed but said nothing. We got back to the pew and she promptly went into my purse, got out a wipe and wiped off her forhead multiple times. Once she wiped it clean she gave me a dirty look and smirked as if to say, "I showed you people!"
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Rant
Dear Snobby Overpriced Chain Women's Clothing Store,
We used to have a good relationship. I would go to you and spend a lot of money and you didn't mind that I brought my kids. In fact, you had a kids bench with toys and books in your dressing room. But now the price of an embellished t-shirt has risen to $40 bucks, yes forty bucks, and my kids are no longer welcome. Don't think I don't notice that no one greets me when I walk into your store with a toddler even though there is no one else there. Or that no one, once, speaks to me or asks me if I need help the whole time I am there. OR, to make matters worse, you did greet and help other people who came in after me. I heard your online maternity line is cute, but you guys must really not get your demographic if you are going to treat mothers like dirt in the store. I will go elsewhere thank you very much.
That is all.
We used to have a good relationship. I would go to you and spend a lot of money and you didn't mind that I brought my kids. In fact, you had a kids bench with toys and books in your dressing room. But now the price of an embellished t-shirt has risen to $40 bucks, yes forty bucks, and my kids are no longer welcome. Don't think I don't notice that no one greets me when I walk into your store with a toddler even though there is no one else there. Or that no one, once, speaks to me or asks me if I need help the whole time I am there. OR, to make matters worse, you did greet and help other people who came in after me. I heard your online maternity line is cute, but you guys must really not get your demographic if you are going to treat mothers like dirt in the store. I will go elsewhere thank you very much.
That is all.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Let me 'splain....no it is too much. Let me sum up.
In the past week:
*The car got stolen because there are bad people AND I am an idiot who leaves spare keys in the glove box.
*The car came back to us after being rifled through and driven across town.
*I had to go down to the county police complex and spring my car. Brought the two little girls and was waiting around reading signs like "We accept s*x offenders on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for Processing. No s*x offenders on Tuesdays and Thursdays." It was Wednesday. I was scared. The girls couldn't understand why I was so cross. "Get right over here and sit next to me. NOW!"
*I had my locks rekeyed in the house.
*I had to tell the locksmith "I know it looks like my house was ransacked, but it wasn't. It has just been a bad week."
*I haven't folded a single piece of laundry. Every day we just rifle through it looking for what we need. I wonder if there is therapy for this.
*I told me husband we had to announce number 5's pending arrival because wearing fat pants is not cutting it. "Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, looking like a fool with my pants on the ground." I need to bust out maternity clothes a full 7 months before the due date. Wowsers.
*Have had all 3 big kids come up to me, stick their faces in front of my stomach and talk to the baby. It's real cute and you realize how excited they are.
*My son is ecstatic at the prospect of a *possible* brother. Every time he sees me, he comes up and greets his "little friend" as he call him/her.
*The car got stolen because there are bad people AND I am an idiot who leaves spare keys in the glove box.
*The car came back to us after being rifled through and driven across town.
*I had to go down to the county police complex and spring my car. Brought the two little girls and was waiting around reading signs like "We accept s*x offenders on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays for Processing. No s*x offenders on Tuesdays and Thursdays." It was Wednesday. I was scared. The girls couldn't understand why I was so cross. "Get right over here and sit next to me. NOW!"
*I had my locks rekeyed in the house.
*I had to tell the locksmith "I know it looks like my house was ransacked, but it wasn't. It has just been a bad week."
*I haven't folded a single piece of laundry. Every day we just rifle through it looking for what we need. I wonder if there is therapy for this.
*I told me husband we had to announce number 5's pending arrival because wearing fat pants is not cutting it. "Pants on the ground, pants on the ground, looking like a fool with my pants on the ground." I need to bust out maternity clothes a full 7 months before the due date. Wowsers.
*Have had all 3 big kids come up to me, stick their faces in front of my stomach and talk to the baby. It's real cute and you realize how excited they are.
*My son is ecstatic at the prospect of a *possible* brother. Every time he sees me, he comes up and greets his "little friend" as he call him/her.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
I've created a southerner...
Momo has only known the South. I guess it is entirely natural then that she has picked up the southern dialect.
"Momo, can you come here please?"
"Yessss, mam!"
She says it all the time and every time it makes me laugh.
"Momo, can you come here please?"
"Yessss, mam!"
She says it all the time and every time it makes me laugh.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Stop the madness.
My relationship with Valentine's Day is ever so complicated. This stems mainly from the fact that my husband HATES Valentine's Day, and as much as I want him to want to do the dishes (to quote a movie trailer- from a movie I never saw- that I find to be an apt description of male/female relations on occasion) it really isn't worth it! Besides, I really don't like what Valentine's seems to have become anyway. So, to content myself with the status quo I just go about celebrating the anniversary of the founding of the women's branch of Opus Dei. Thus, I get my treats, the kids get theirs, and everybody's happy. But today, I was reminded of how crazy V-day has become. I was in Sam's Club and some young guy was trying to get the butcher to cut him a piece of beef in the shape of a heart. You should have seen the look on the butcher's face as he said, "You want what?!?!"
Stop the madness and make the heart shaped meatloaf like I am going to next year!
P's working so excuse me while I go help myself to some chocolate! HAH!
Stop the madness and make the heart shaped meatloaf like I am going to next year!
P's working so excuse me while I go help myself to some chocolate! HAH!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
22 months!
Today Momo is two months from being two, but for all intents and purposes she already acts like a two year old. I should have known after she refused to come out during the first induction attempt that I had a feisty one on my hands!! Her absolute favorite phrase is "I don't know" pronounced with various inflections and sounding more like "I dohn nho". It is her response to pretty much every question.
Momo why were you playing with knives? I dohn nho.
Momo why did you draw on yourself with a sharpie? I dohn nho.
Momo where is your cup? I dohn nho.
Momo why are you so cute? I dohn nho.
(And for the record she was busted by older siblings this week for both playing with knives- which she got from using a chair to climb up on the counter- and sharpies- which she got from getting a chair and climbing up on a desk- all while her mother was off eating bon bons or something.)
Tonight we were doing a lice check because there is yet another infestation at school. (It is called a nit comb people- use it!!!) I checked everyone and she insisted on beign checked. Multiple times. She would cry "Me lice. Me lice! Me lice!" after I stopped in an effort to get me to check her again. Here's to hoping that phrase doesn't start getting used in places like church and the grocery store.
Momo why were you playing with knives? I dohn nho.
Momo why did you draw on yourself with a sharpie? I dohn nho.
Momo where is your cup? I dohn nho.
Momo why are you so cute? I dohn nho.
(And for the record she was busted by older siblings this week for both playing with knives- which she got from using a chair to climb up on the counter- and sharpies- which she got from getting a chair and climbing up on a desk- all while her mother was off eating bon bons or something.)
Tonight we were doing a lice check because there is yet another infestation at school. (It is called a nit comb people- use it!!!) I checked everyone and she insisted on beign checked. Multiple times. She would cry "Me lice. Me lice! Me lice!" after I stopped in an effort to get me to check her again. Here's to hoping that phrase doesn't start getting used in places like church and the grocery store.
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