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28
Stop jumping on the couch. Stop jumping on the couch RIGHT NOW.
Daddy’s at work, remember? That’s where Daddy is. I believe we have discussed this before.
Could ONE of you stop pooping for five straight minutes?
Stop jumping on the couch or you’re going to your room. Okay, that’s it: you’re getting a time out in your room now, let’s go. (…) Stop jumping on YOUR BED.
Yes, you’re in a boat, I see. Oh, a boat on the water? Mm-hm. That’s very nice boat. Yes. Oh, a boat on the water, you say? Yes, I think you mentioned that. Ah, okay, so you’re in a boat? A boat on the water? Right, good. I think I’ve got it. Yes. Mm-hm. Sorry, was I not acknowledging that with enough vim and vigor? A BOAT ON THE WATER, HOLY FUCKING SHIT WOW.
Say ‘excuse me’ when you do that, please. Uh, no, you didn’t have to do it again twice as loud.
DADDY. IS. AT. WORK.
Please, allow me to replace that binky again. For the 35829th time.
Stop jumping on the couch. Stop jumping on the couch. No, jumping “just a lil’ bit” is not okay.
It puts the leftover plastic eggs in the Easter basket or it GETS THE HOSE. I am tired of having egg-circles tattooed to the bottom of my feet.
Let it be 5 PM let it be 5 PM let it be 5 PM let it be 5 PM oh look, 10:30.
No more juice right now. Did you want some water? Oh, you’d prefer juice? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear the details of that request, as my ears are now BLEEDING from all the SCREAMING.
Hey, did you know the couch is full of angry sharks? That will bite you if you jump on them? Yeah, it’s true. You’ll learn about couch-sharks in school.
My, what is that fascinating aroma? Whoever dropped a load THIS time, please raise your hand.
Daddy ran away because you asked too many questions. I mean, Daddy is at work, remember? Lucky bastard.
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*snort* Sounds like a day at my house (though without the newborn sibling). But the boat on the water? I never seem to acknowledge it with enough vim & vigor the first eighty-leven times, either….
We got another 6″ of snow this morning, on to polish off the behaviors of our annoying animals and slightly cabin-fevered child. Sigh. And almost all the snow was gone. Mother Nature is a bitch sometimes. Of course, talk to me 6 months from now and I’ll be complaining about the heat. I ain’t never happy.
WOW. Thanks for reminding me to never have kids. I mean, sorry you’re going thru this and all. But goddamn. I’d have lost my patience a LONGass time ago…
Ah, the memories.
High-larious!
(I’m reading from work, heh)
What exactly is the correct amount of vim and vigor when answering the same question for the gazillionth time? I can never seem to get it right at my house either!
A Classic. Couch sharks — parental genius. I wonder if it will work on the dogs….
I have an idea! Just buy a parrot, train it to say those phrases over and over and hide in your room. Of course, a bird can’t change diapers…sorry.
So freakin’ true! Can’t wait till they start school, oh in say 3 years!
Quit writing about my day. Well, mine is punctuated with a hacking cough, but still.
My son doesn’t speak yet, but I can still remember the constant refrain of my little brother 25 years ago: “Where Daddy? Daddy? Where Daddy Rolf(my father’s name)? Where Daddy? Daddy? Where Daddy Rolf?” ALL. DAY. LONG. After my mother had run screaming from the room after answering “at work” forty thousand times, I would take over. I *can’t wait* until my son starts asking questions endlessly.
I like the parrot idea.
You’ve done it again - you were here, weren’t you?? YOU don’t really have the kids, you just come and observe my little hell hole!!
Again, thanks for reminding me that I am not the only one suffering just a little bit…
Hee. How exhausting!! I feel very fortunate that my oldest was 5 when my second was born. I have great respect for those of you whose kids are close in age, I don’t think I would have the strength to handle it!
Ahh - something to look forward to. (I have a 5 month old.)
Jumping on the couch is so yesterday. Today it’s, “Yes. Yes, mommy I did pee in my bed because I was crying and it was dark.”
“When?”
“Yesterday and Saturday or Thursday tomorrow.”
“You can’t pee in your bed, it makes it smell. You have to tell mommy, ok?”
“Mama?” a squeak.
“Yes?”
“Mama, I peed in my bed four or two times tomorrow. Sorry.”
And cue mom feeling like a complete and total failure. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
HAHA HA HA HAHAHAHA HA HA HAHA HA!
I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feels like that!
I’ve only got one pooper who can’t quite speak English yet, but DUDE I KNOW. I swear, the weather is trying to kill me.
Couch Sharks remind me of Dinosaur Cheerios. That’s what I call the old, stanky Cheerios in our car when Eirinn wants to eat them. I’m lucky I don’t have to give her further explanation. Apparently calling them Dinosaur Cheerios is enough to make her not eat them.
My husband and I can only be in two places, with the kid or at work. So I’ll say “Lilia, it’s time to get ready. We’re going to meet Daddy at the restaurant.” She’ll say, “No! Daddy at wuck.” And I’ll say, “He was at work, but now he’s going to meet us.” And she’ll point at me and say “NO! Daddy at WUCK.” There is no arguing.
I don’t know if you’ve got snow where you are, but it is coming down here in Edmonds.
Is that better or worse for stir-crazy children?
Maybe better? New topic of repetitious conversation?
Good luck!
Take them to the pacific science center. It’s full of screaming-tired-of-winter kids. I can’t say from experience, but parking downtown in the snow has got to be better than going crazy at home, right? (Good luck with all that…I’m sure it’ll seem funny some day…)
They are lucky bastards. They don’t know how lucky they are.
I’ll have to send this to all those folks who keep asking when I’m going to have another!
It’ll be 5 soon. Promise!
Oy, my head is spinning!!! I know my days are numbered until I am blessed with this type of thing in my house. Hang in there. It’s almost 5 if that makes you feel better…oh wait, I’m in NY and it’s almost 5, which means it’s nowhere near 5 out west…sorry, that didn’t make you feel any better.
Just so you know, at my child-free house it’s about the same, only with the frustatrion directed at the pug (who is always in the trash, bothering the cat, peeing in the bedroom, asking to go out…and then not peeing in the street, digging in the laundry…).
And Napoléon the pug *is* a full grown adult. But at least I don’t have to pay for his college.
Oh, man. I don’t think I could make it through a day like that. Hang in there until 5:30. And when JB gets home? Take off. Go to a nice hotel, have a pedicure and a massage, go shopping. Show up at about 10 pm on Sunday night.
Ha! Glad to know I’m not the only one with a kid who REPEATS EVERY FRIGGIN QUESTION 400 TIMES.
Also, what’s with the snow again today?
What are you doing in my house?
Right now, I’m impatiently waiting for the five o’clock hallelujah hour when I can open up a bottle of wine. If my husband is lucky, he just may get a glass.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to listen to something besides Dora and continual chocolate bunny requests. And someone else can tell my daughter that her baby brother does not want to be hugged RIGHT NOW - when he cries it means he DOESN’T LIKE something. Sheesh.
My favorite parental parrot line is, ok, my TWO favorite parental parrot lines are: “I can’t understand you when you are whining” AND “I can’t hear you when you are screaming.” Preferably spoken in a whisper so the kid has to strain to hear you.
OMG … laughing so hard I’m CRYING. That was hysterical. :) I don’t know how moms do it. I have cats and that’s enough most days. :)
I lost my coffee through my nose. Been there done that and still do it with the 2 year old grand daughter and month old grand son. I feel your pain but I get to give them back to mommy.
ohmyholyhell have I been there! My latest phrase that seems to keep popping up on a regular basis, “THE CAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO MAKE THAT NOISE…PUT HER DOWN NOW!!!”
Ain’t parenthood grand!
OMFG! I laughed out loud reading this. How spot on can you be????
and that is why my kids jump on the couch. I gave up.
(and it’s a crappy couch in a tiny house so it seemed not a battle I wanted to fight.) I felt I really needed to add that…
Oh Linda. . . so funny. . . from way over here on the ‘no kids’ side. . . .
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It puts the leftover plastic eggs in the Easter basket or it GETS THE HOSE.
Classic.
I don’t know how you do it.
hahah hahahah!!!!
It’s my day! I should just email this to my family when they ask how I’m doing.
Were you eavesdropping again on my day again? Serenity now– it’s the weekend! DADDY IS HOME!!!! Go show daddy the boats, Riley.
MEMORIES! Ah, such lovely days :) I so rememeber when my second was a newborn and the oldest child was not potty trained….one day all I did for 2 hours straight was change poopy diapers…lather, rinse and REPEAT! Hang in there :)
It gets the hose… I’m in love.
Inside I was screaming crazy at the mundaneness of the days. I organized trips that took an hour to prepare for, and had to leave after only 20 minutes because their attention span couldn’t cope further than that. And the car rides…I had leopard spotted upholstery from the diluted apple juice spilled, sprayed, and dropped on the seats. I dearly loved my children at that age and at the same time desperately needed a place to rent them out to for just 15 minutes of continuous silence.
Thanks for helping me laugh at the memories.
I think we may be living the same life. And I only have ONE kid. This morning, my husband had the audacity to mention that instead of waiting until the last minute to put my taxes together, I should work on it all year long. As if I have nothing else to do, you know. I won’t mention my reply here because this is a family blog, but let’s just say that it was LOUD, and that sailors have nothing on me when it comes to cussing.
So you were in my house yesterday? OMG. While it was SNOWING in freaking LATE MARCH, and my child has been home from school all week, sick? My face is still red from all the blood pressure spikes. I feel your pain. I’m thinking up 2,345 things I “need” right now, so I have an excuse to leave the sick kid at home with his sick dad and go get some peace at freaking TARGET ON A SATURDAY, is how bad the situation is over here.
I have been living essentially the same day you describe all week, and I am losing it.
Today, it’s beautiful, and we are all stuck at home because the preschooler’s behavior was too atrocious to reward with the planned trip to the zoo.
Blah.
you are just too, too brilliant, and your commenters are the salt of the earth.
“Daddy ran away because you asked too many questions. I mean, Daddy is at work, remember? Lucky bastard.”
LOL!
Your post made me laugh outloud before my second cup of coffee. I have two boys, a year apart. Theyre almost grown and out of the house, but i can remember those days all too well. It gets better as they get older…..(oh yeah, that comment was meant to be sarcastic.) Good luck!
That is funny.
Sounds just like my house. Where’s Daddy? I’m just jumping a little bit? I want orange juice. Look the car is flying.
Ahhhh. spring where the hell are you?
That is pretty much my life as well, except take out the boy things and add girl things. I love being home with the girls, but goodness does hubby have it good?
When did you come over and babysit my kids for me? If I’d have known, I’d have taken a nap and gotten a haircut.
AHAHHAHAHHAH!!! As the working parent, this is funny as hell to me. Now I know what I’m missing….(I wouldn’t say I’m missing it, Bob.)
Couch-Sharks…*snorts*
It’s in the seventies this week. And we’re getting a warm front. This is why Dixie land is the best place on earth.
“Or it gets the hose…” Oh, god, you kill me. My throat is too sore to be snickering right now.