Scratch head and smile...

Me:             Little Frog, why is your shoe full of water in the bathroom?
Little Frog:  Because we were in the bedroom  passing crickets.

Me:             ...? oh.

Professional Cricket Passer

just got an update from the Owl...

"We were SMASHING crickets."

oh.

still just 

o.h.

Nice day for a Giraffe

I feel bad for my Dear Husband sometimes...there are days when he walks in the door and I just instantly dump all over him about dealing with the kids all day.  But, those are they days I feel as if I am losing my mind.  

Case in Point: (this being AFTER I find the clean and dirty dishes mixed together in the dishwasher and my expensive garden hose sprayer completely thrashed in the sandpit)

 Me:  WHY is Daddy's Listerine ALL over the bathroom floor??!!!

Otter: I spilled it.

Me: ??? and WHY, W.H.Y!!  were you using the Listerine?

 Frog:  **We were cleaning the giraffe.**

Me:    ?            

 I silently hand them two towels and slowly back out of the bathroom.  

THEN Frog come is and says they found a head in the yard...

a talking head.  

O.K.  Must stop what I am doing and check this out bc. WHO KNOWS what the F@$k THAT means...

The children have dug a four foot hole and  buried Raccoon up OVER his ears in the sandpit.  He is standing straight upin the pit with his hands pinned to his sides, covered in sand...but having a hard time BREATHING with the weight of the sand on his chest.

sigh...

I dig him out while they baby cries to be picked up.

Bear walks in the house for lunch

Me: Gripe Gripe Gripe...the kids...Blah Blah Blah... the dishes...whiny whiny whiny...dangerously stooopid descisions...

See, I do not see this as dumping on Bear.  

This is my cry for HELP.  

An outstretched hand, grasping for the last vestiges of a lost reality as most folks know it.

Me, simply trying to place myself on the tiny scrap of firm ground that might confirm...

"This is crazy making...ISN'T IT?  Isn't it?!"

The Giraffe.  

of.course.

The Cirlce...or crap I have to needlessly do OVER and OVER again...

With a title like this, I could write about bed making, or toilet cleaning or meals or any of a multitude of daily tasks that constitute running a house full of kids...but we have all heard and lived that ... I am instead wearied by the tasks that one puts energy into and *thinks* are done, completed, off the list... when in reality...

Just spent an hour looking online for the perfect ''mote control Robot' that Little  Frog wants for his fourth birthday.  Found one that is not crazy expensive or complicated for a four year old...like 12$, red and shiny and makes cool noises. 

My oldest, Owl,  was sort of hanging around behind me...found a complicated, Yellow $$$$ one he liked and so, for fun, we started looking at it.  

When I went back to purchase the Big Birthday Surprise, Owl went to his four year old brother, Frog,  sold him...I mean SOLD HIM... on the YELLOW ONE and 

now, on my floor, under the computer desk,  I have a screaming, frantic four-year-old wailing for "the Yellow One."

Do you think the 'Red One' will EVER hit the high mark the Yellow One was elevated to?   

Me neither.  

crap. 

back to square one. 

my bad for indulging the older one...but, geez, Buddy, shut yer darn yapping pie hole.

Thanks again for making life so easy on every one,  you Tweenie Turdbird. 

Thanks for sharing the love and seeing the big, G*d Damn picture...

even after I sensed what *might* happen and told you SPECIFICALLY to keep a lid on it.

***sigh***

Love, Sisyphus

Senile Parenting...closer than you might think...

I know...I know...you all have heard this before...Parenting can be challenging... but so can parenting while you are getting OLDER…Getting Older FAST!

I woke up this morning suddenly remembering that the day before yesterday  Chris and I promised a ‘severe consequence' to one of our kids for a really DUMB MOVE on their part... an  UNKIND, HURTFULL decision they made that made things worse and humiliated another one of our kids... kind of typical kid stuff…but somehow highlighted by us wittnessing it full-on.

We were so dumbfounded by the sheer stupidity of said kid that we bought ourselves some time by promising a “dire consequence.’ But, because at the time we were super pissed off and needed to cool down a bit to think and ponder the meaning of it all, we put it off by saying we would talk about it “after dinner.”

Chris and I BOTH remember this much…

But neither one of us can remember exactly WHAT  happened to so offend our sensibilities or remember WHY  we were pissed and cannot piece together the ‘facts’ to come up with said ‘dire consequence.’ 

…sigh…

I think I may have to actually ASK the offending kid…

Somehow, that just seems wrong…rubs me the wrong way for many reasons…least of all, my pride…

Someone once said that the hardest thing about parenting was being consistent. 

Yeah…that, and not losing your freakin’ mind.