Monday, April 4, 2011

That naughty c-word.

I have to laugh at myself because here's what I was thinking this morning:

"Wow, I feel pretty good about my mothering lately.  I think the kids might turn out okay after all.  They're being so good, taking care of eachother, helping, doing great in school for the most part, their strong character is really shining through, etc."

Now the clincher, in the car this evening, on the way to Grandma's for dinner:

"Okay, guys, when Mom feels like CRAP (emphasis=increased volume), you DON'T act like CRAP.  You just don't do that!  It's NOT okay!  If you misbehave in ANY WAY or have bad manners AT ALL while at Grandma's, I will take you out to the car--even if you haven't eaten A THING--drive you home, and put you right in bed!  Got that?"

In my defense, I'm fighting a terrible head cold, sore throat, cough, etc.  I was a helpless witness all afternoon to some pretty serious wrestling, covert snack-runs, marker fights, and more. 

I wouldn't consider this one of my most attractive days.  I walked around with toilet paper in each nostril to prevent the constant faucet-that-is-my-nose from dripping on every imaginable surface in my house.  Can you imagine kissing that face on the way to work?  Yeah, not too pretty.  But, sweet fella that he is, Ben DID it!  He was laughing at me, but, he still kissed faucet-face.  Noted: brownie points for compassionate husband.  I knew I liked him.

p.s. I don't normally say the C-word in front of the kiddos.  Shame on me.  I know.  There's no excuse except . . . they MADE me do it.


Shelley Gee said...

That just made my day!!!

Cylee Pressley said...

Its nice to know that you are human too! Sorry for the cold, and I can relate all to well with the kids acting like are a great mom and inspire me almost everytime I read your blog! Get better.

If you want me to visit you sometime when I am in Idaho I would LOVE to! When so much time goes by you feel out of place to try to pick up where you left off. (At least I do.)

Rebekah said...

Love those car-ride threats:
The van door slides into place, 'click', mom puts the car into reverse, but before letting her foot off the brake completely, she turns her head; little faces show awareness of what is about to ensue, they automatically set their ears to Charlie-Brown's-Teacher-mode, and she begins, . . .
"Now listen here, my children . . ."
Not that it happens very often in OUR van! :)

Debbie and Bobby said...

Ha ha ha! Got a good laugh out of this and just so you know, I do the EXACT same thing with toilet paper and my notrils when it turns into a faucet. ;o)

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