I'm not a bad mom, I swear. It's just that... well, kids are so dumb. And my kitchen floor was really dirty. I can explain...
So the kids and I often play this game where they're at "school" and I'm the teacher, Mrs. Smith. A few days ago, I was trying to make dinner, but they wanted my attention. So I gave them a couple buckets of soapy water and some old t-shirts, stripped them to their underwear, and let them slide around on the kitchen floor until it got clean.
This all made a lot of sense until yesterday, when the kids started asking me outside our house, "Mrs. Smith, can we please wash the kitchen floor again?"
It's almost as bad as the rule Macey has taken out of context. She always decides she wants to cuddle right after she's eaten a particularly messy meal. So I made this innocent little rule where she's not allowed to touch me while her hands are sticky - she has to wash them first. That backfired, though, when she started asking me at random times around others, "Mommy, can I touch you please?"
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Yeah, uhm...I can recommend a good therapist.
Please mother, may I have some more gruel. I am ever so hungry, and have been washing the floors all day. Just a spoonful, is all I ask mother, please.
I'll have to make sure Monica (my social worker wife who investigates claims of child abuse/neglect) does not read this.
Also, for some reason I'm picturing Macey with red hair and all the kids are singing some melodious tune while they work.
I dont see any issues. Can you send them and some tshirts over to our place please.
wow my word verification was inest... I glanced and thought WTH they want me to type inc.....
Oh dear, I had hoped you would break the cycle!!
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