I normally don't do this, but I'm urging people to vote here:
http://www.circleofmoms.com/top25/faith#_
for this blog- http://www.confessionsofapagansoccermom.com/
Her blog is well written, funny, and informative. But the current entry says it best- some the other "Mommies of Faith" are up in arms that a Pagan Mom is in 2nd place. They don't want to see her win, and truthfully, I do. So vote for her, and your other favorites. 8 votes a day, every 24 hours. Come on people, don't be narrow-minded!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
People are so damn rude!
Gah, people are so effing rude! Seriously. There was a end of the year awards ceremony at Thing 1's class this morning. The letter the teacher sent home asked for parents to be there at 8:30, so they could start at 8:45. Well apparently that was too much to ask for almost 75% of the class's parents. Plus not only are they just walking in during the middle of it, but they're on their phones, walking into the middle of it, or dragging in huge ass strollers. Half of them didn't show up until 9:00, when the thing was basically over. It's a classroom thing, it's not a whole day thing. Be on time for Christ's sake. Not only that, but these a-holes are the one who won't park in the visitors lot, but will block the fire lane with their cars so they can be right out front, because god forbid they move their fat asses more than 40 feet.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Ah Sunday
Woke up Sunday morning to suspicious peace and tranquility. Looked at the clock, it read 9:39 AM.
This is HUGE, usually I've yelled at the children at least 6 times by this point in the morning. Not only that, no one has come to me demanding ice cream, toast with jelly or juice.
I kick Frank.
I tell him, it's almost 10, and we haven't heard the kids this morning. He gets it too- he says "this is bad."
We get up, look downstairs, and the kids are playing together in the living room.
Weird, but OK, we'll go with it.
He jumps in the shower, I go downstairs to get some breakfast into the kids.
I get downstairs, and find a HUGE puddle in the kitchen. Kids have been playing with water.
I go to them to find out what they did with the water. Behind the couch, there's a blanket covering a pile of something. I move the blanket. Underneath I find Barbie Goes to Sea World, complete with a basin of water, some of which is still dripping OUT OF THE COUCH.
Needless to say, I basically lose my shit. I banish them to their rooms with threats of extreme violence and limb removal if they so much as look in my direction in the next hour. Not only that, they need to clean up their bedrooms and put away all the clothes that were for some reason pulled out of drawers and thrown into the hallway (this is normal behavior every morning, so it doesn't really set me off).
Frank and I grab the econo-size trash bags, and start throwing stuff out. We did a normal Pre-Christmas clean out. This clean out was vindictive. The kids lost a lot of toys. Mind you, they still have a lot, but we did a serious purge.
I am just DONE with them and their inability to take care of things. If they can't handle it, they'll find themselves without any toys pretty soon.
Oh, yeah, and we need a new couch, because ours now stinks.
This is HUGE, usually I've yelled at the children at least 6 times by this point in the morning. Not only that, no one has come to me demanding ice cream, toast with jelly or juice.
I kick Frank.
I tell him, it's almost 10, and we haven't heard the kids this morning. He gets it too- he says "this is bad."
We get up, look downstairs, and the kids are playing together in the living room.
Weird, but OK, we'll go with it.
He jumps in the shower, I go downstairs to get some breakfast into the kids.
I get downstairs, and find a HUGE puddle in the kitchen. Kids have been playing with water.
I go to them to find out what they did with the water. Behind the couch, there's a blanket covering a pile of something. I move the blanket. Underneath I find Barbie Goes to Sea World, complete with a basin of water, some of which is still dripping OUT OF THE COUCH.
Needless to say, I basically lose my shit. I banish them to their rooms with threats of extreme violence and limb removal if they so much as look in my direction in the next hour. Not only that, they need to clean up their bedrooms and put away all the clothes that were for some reason pulled out of drawers and thrown into the hallway (this is normal behavior every morning, so it doesn't really set me off).
Frank and I grab the econo-size trash bags, and start throwing stuff out. We did a normal Pre-Christmas clean out. This clean out was vindictive. The kids lost a lot of toys. Mind you, they still have a lot, but we did a serious purge.
I am just DONE with them and their inability to take care of things. If they can't handle it, they'll find themselves without any toys pretty soon.
Oh, yeah, and we need a new couch, because ours now stinks.
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