Parenting, Mowing and the Lounge Lizards
- Apparently my family is under the impression that I am a live-in maid. Wrong. So I am taking steps to correct this assumption. It's a well know fact (among friends and family) that I have issues with cleanliness...not a darn thing wrong with that. My family, on the other hand, wouldn't know clean if it bit'em in the bohiney. I've tried and tried to train them...nothing works. SO I am hitting them where it hurts...the piggy bank. I have a large jar...and if I have to clean up after you...you have to pay me 50 cents. People, I am raking in the dough. Pretty soon I am out of here and headed for Tahiti. (Well, except I don't fly. Maybe I'll just head to the nearest hotel.) Flapjack caught on quick...he's a bit tight with his cash. I should pay him to clean up after DQ...cause that girl has no clue where her money's at and no clue what clean is. But I'm afraid that might create some ugly sibling issues. (I want a clean house, I don't want my kids to need therapy!)
- I have considered charging my spouse but I think that might be pressing my luck...
- So I offered to mow the lawn today. I knew the answer would be no. My husband doesn't allow me near the lawn mower anymore. He even padlocked the shed...and hid the key...how rude is that? The summer he had knee surgery and I took over the lawn duty I managed to mow over the ground wire twice. Okay, who knew we had a ground wire. (What the heck is a ground wire?) And why would it be in the grass where I couldn't see it if it's important? And yes, the electrician thought it was hilarious the second time I had to call him. Also, I prefer circles to stripes...what is with men and their lawn lines. Circles are prettier...don'tcha think? I won't tell you what happened to the edger. Let's just say my husband got a new one for Christmas that year. So, anyway, I offered, as a hint that...the lawn needs HELP. Thinking it may need help for a while. We will be the saddest lawn on the block. I really hate that.
- Finally, to my lizzie friends, Pippi and Dr. Quinn...you guys crack me up. I think the flowers were WAY over the top Pippi...but they did smell nice. Lunch is much more fun when the two of you are there.
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I'm a wife, a mom, an educator and a normal (okay, relative term here) person who makes frequent mistakes. I have a lot to say, hence the blog. My kids were adopted as babies (one through an agency and one through the foster care system). I love to talk about adoption. My daughter has sensory issues as well as ADHD. I like to vent about parenting. I am occasionally rosy, usually blunt and sometimes I am simply downright rude. Don't read if it offends you. I may sometimes write about my school experiences so let me cover my bases. I don't live in your town, I don't work at your school, I am not talking about your child, you don't know me. If you think you've figured out who I am...ask me, I will lie and say you don't know me. email me at chocolatecoffeesleep@hotmail.com
Gender: Female
Location: United States
About Me
I'm a wife, a mom, an educator and a normal (okay, relative term here) person who makes frequent mistakes. I have a lot to say, hence the blog. My kids were adopted as babies (one through an agency and one through the foster care system). I love to talk about adoption. My daughter has sensory issues as well as ADHD. I like to vent about parenting. I am occasionally rosy, usually blunt and sometimes I am simply downright rude. Don't read if it offends you. I may sometimes write about my school experiences so let me cover my bases. I don't live in your town, I don't work at your school, I am not talking about your child, you don't know me. If you think you've figured out who I am...ask me, I will lie and say you don't know me. email me at chocolatecoffeesleep@hotmail.com
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