...and secretly scorned your comment about my being crazy for buying white bedding when I had a house of kids (because in my head I was telling you that maybe YOU might have a problem with white, but MY kids are taught the word "No" from the minute their eyes meet the doctor that delivered them),
or you over there-- you, who I mentally criticized for giving into your kids every electronic whim.
and you, Mom who even though you kept a tidy house, had kids that looked like they just climbed out from under the turnip truck still wearing yesterday's clothes.
Well, I'm sorry. I get it now.
- After the second serious treatment session of my comforter cover (first lipstick and then chocolate).
- After chasing down the latest Take That song and Lily Allen. All of my kids have some version of a music player (some have ipods and the little guy has a cheap MP3 player) , and it's brought us CLOSER since they are eating up all Mom and Dad's music. I've been learning all the new stuff for them. They walk around singing (my dream). Miss Ky belts out "Too late to apologize" like nobody.
- I don't care anymore what my kids put together and call an outfit-- just as long as it smells fresh. Come to think of it, I'm not far off of dressing like them these days... and you know what? I can't even come close to keeping the house you did and I have one child less than you!
I hate having to eat my words, but in some instances it's not always so bad. Your example of the kids walking around singing songs that you enjoy; that's not such a bad payoff for spoiling them with iPods and the like.
ReplyDeleteI eat my words often enough that nothing stands out right now. Oh wait, perhaps this one counts. I was with a co-worker as he went to a coffee shop here on base to get some sort of coffee drink. There was another guy in there as well; a major in the Army. My buddy ordered his coffee and we waited while they prepared it. I saw the dude behind the counter finishing up a drink with whipped cream and cute little swirls of syrup all atop a fruity looking thing. I said, "you ordered a foofoo drink, huh?" Then the major said, "hey, I like my foofoo drink, it's the closest I can get to a shake." Oops. :-) Good times.
After 19 years with my little darlings....I just gave up!!
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful day!!
HA! you rock jeri----i think that i am in that mode right now. let them choose, and if they choose wrong, so be it as long as they are still living, breathing and happy.
ReplyDeletewe're been reading the LOve and Logic book---some things are pretty darn good in that thing :)
I have a steady diet of my own splatter. ;)
ReplyDeleteShoes taste just like chicken.
ReplyDeleteIn other words, I always insert my foot in my mouth!
~AM
You know that word Karma? It bites me in the a#$ everyday!! You'd think I could/should/would learn..crap!!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE reading what you have to say...you pull the words right out of my mouth..so can I use this post? giggling..
Like airman mom...I fortunately have a small foot and I try to keep it clean everyday!
Hugs..and more....
I've eaten my own words so many times over the years, I can't possibly have leftovers. Brilliant post. You made me laugh.. thanks for that. :)
ReplyDeleteSure! I'm eating my words about ironing! I'm not ironing their t-shirts anymore- just throwing them in the dryer to get the wrinkles out and hanging the whole lot at once. Maybe their clothes won't last as long & come out faded, but it sure does save some time!
ReplyDeleteOh yes! All the time. Lately I've been irritated and critical about how few parents in our school show up to volunteer. Played the martyr about it even. Then I noticed that my own kids aren't getting all of their homework done on time and one child isn't progressing in reading because of ME. Opps!
ReplyDeleteAplenty. Why can't I learn to edit BEFORE I open my mouth?
ReplyDeleteAll. the. time.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how much I knew before I had kids, and how very little I know now. It would just be good if I could learn to walk a mile in the other moms shoes before judging.
I've learned never to say never. I'm just not going there.
ReplyDeleteUh . . . we're supposed to care whether their clothes match? Oops! I just thought we were supposed to teach them to cover up with style. : D
ReplyDeleteIt definitely happens to the best of us. :)
ReplyDeleteToo funny, too true. I beat myself too much for not being able to keep up with the clean home I envision, but no kids could really live there :).
ReplyDeleteIt's 10:30 at night here and my youngest has fallen asleep with his stereo on. So I'm listening to "oldies", like Queen and Foreigner. Yeah, those oldies.
ReplyDeleteUh, yeah. I eat my words all the time.
ReplyDeleteLike the one about how passionate I am about homeschooling, and yet both of my school-aged kids are in school. How did that happen?
I'd never make a good politician because I'm such a flip-flopper.
I'm stuffed clear full of my own words. I don't really care for the taste of them much either. This all sounds oh so familiar to me. Isn't it funny how different things look from the other side of the fence? HA HA! Hang in there.
ReplyDelete**mmmf**
ReplyDeleteMama said it was impolite to talk with your mouth full.