Antics
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Curses!
As a parent, you tend to side one of two ways on the issue of cursing: they either try to shield their children from that sort of language, or figure, “F* it! It’s a part of real life!” It’s inevitable that at some point, kids will be exposed to “bad words”. But we try & keep cursing to a minimum around our kids… the same way you try to keep a playroom neat until your kids are old enough to, well, PLAY* in it. (*throw, dump, spill, and scatter every last toy*) I say “we”, but I really mean “me” because The Captain has FAR more self-control… damn him. The…
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Crazy Like A Fox (Or A Raccoon?)
I’ve talked often about other people’s crazy, whether it be my own children or strangers in public… because in my mind, they’re the crazy ones. I’ve always been the fun, behind-the-scenes crazy. Tonight, however, I humbly accept my membership badge into a new society: the crazy IN PUBLIC club. Let me first provide you with an example of a fellow member. I was in Target late the other night, waiting on line behind a couple that was buying cat food, potato chips, & soda. I don’t usually note people’s purchases, but in THIS case, it’s relevant. Remember: cat food, potato chips, soda. The couple looked to be in their mid-50’s.…
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I Got This Locked Up
You can really tell that the end of the school year is upon us, because my mind is on the fritz. This post is really “Keys, Part Deux” based on my key-related antics just TWO days ago. We came full circle this morning with both of this week’s crisis points- the cat window and the keys both featured themselves in my messy, “made for reality TV” morning. I admitted to my “mom gaffe” moment on Tuesday of misplacing my keys, which delayed the school drop-off. And I knew that when my kids went in to grab their late passes (an office that knows them quite well by now…), the staff…
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Keys, Creamer, & Crackpots
Today was a rainy Tuesday morning, which was unfortunate because I was convinced for a good half-hour that it was already Wednesday. And being one day behind your mental calendar doesn’t bode well for your week, ya know?? Rainy days are the worst; there’s something about weeping clouds that causes my kids to get ornery (then again, maybe they get that from their mom, who also dislikes rainy days…). It began with my eyes opening to #1 shaking me awake to ask for a ride to school…. in three minutes. She normally walks, or gets a ride from The Captain, who leaves at the same time. Thinking he had already…
