Saturday, December 29, 2012

Falling behind on blogging... blame the kids, as usual.

Ok, so I've been a little, um, lax in my writing and I'm sorry. Just so you know, it has nothing at all to do with my childish, unfettered joy at being responsibility free for 2 and 3 weeks (2 weeks for 3 of the heathens and 3 weeks for my angel buddy since he flat out refused to be my baby anymore because he's a big boy now. big for his britches, I say. hit the double digits and they all think they're hot stuff.) and everything to do with the kids' unruliness. yes. that's it. for example, remember back on the day everything went wrong with the fight Walter had with his friend over his "girlfriend" and my pole dancing co-op with the neighbor(ish) mom? As I expected, all has blown over and they are now BFFs with throat kicks and sucker punches forgotten and Walter absolutely had to go spend the night because he was invited. Invited. because, apparently, "invited" is a big deal. oops. my bad.

***note to self: invite some damned kids over.***

So, I did what any responsible parent would do. I rolled my eyes, heaved a sigh, and said, "I don't care. KAHFOOTY and come take your meds in the morning."

Morning comes and at some point before afternoon I realize there's no Walter. Where is Walter? So, again, being the responsible parent that I am, I text my brat.

***note to you: ignore the PJs! it's winter break. that's my story and I'm sticking to it.***

Am I doing it right? ;)
notice what's on my head? If you ever want to see it in one piece again...
I suggest you text your mother with proof of life and a declaration of eternal love.

Walter texts back quick: Mom im alive and i love u and u can keep the hat.

WHAT!? Fine...

How 'bout now? Am I cool now?

Walter: ew im scarred for life

You know, there was a time that I was the coolest person this child even knew. I was the smartest, prettiest, wittiest, most amazing woman in his life and no one could hold a candle to my awesomeness. Never should have let him start preschool. I knew that crap was a bad idea.

So, the kids have been keeping me tied up and forcing me to act foolish and blow off my responsibilities. all of them. even cleaning. especially routines. and often my position of authority. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right?


  1. How can he not see how cool and awesome you are in this picture? I mean, you even did the LIPS!

    1. I KNOW! Thanks for seeing that! I'm telling him you said so.

  2. looks like you are having fun on your kids vacation!!

  3. Well you're the coolest person I know! I wish you were my mom.

    1. LOL! Thanks, Bec! I would totally adopt you because you're the coolest person *I* know!