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herself_nyc. You're the reason I discovered LJ and I love reading your posts and hearing about what you're doing. I hope today brings you much joy ::hugs you::
And I missedsaussy's birthday as it wasn't on the list. Sorry I'm late, but all best wishes and I'm glad it was a good day ::hugs you too::
I am so very tired. L woke us up at 4.00; duvet had slid off. So I fixed it, tucked her in. 4.30 she comes in again. "Mommy, I don't like this bed; I want my old one back" :;sobs::
So not going to happen, especially not at 4.30 a.m.
I got her to sleep with a swift run through the Three Little Pigs and then lay awake for ages listening to the dawn chorus and knowing I was going to feel just like this :;yawns::
The Three Little Pigs... now there's a story that's changed since I were a nipper, oh my, yes. The death by fire/boiling water of the wolf has been toned down to, 'and he fell into the hot water, burned his bottom and ran off going, 'ow,ow, ow!'. Fine; we want to be kind to all living creatures... but the moral's gone too. Very few of the versions stress the grasshopper/ant theme of the first two feckless, lazy pigs doing a skimpy job and playing in the sun while their wise older brother slaves away building a brick house as they laugh at him.
I had a major meltdown yesterday. I went bravely armed with a bin bag into the basement and ended up screaming at the top of my voice and, when Lauren giggled, having to restrain myself from giving her a slap. I was in an awful mood as we'd discovered two yoghurt tubes and a crust of bread behind the TV and all of the ironed clothes I'd told E to hang up had been wedged into the bottom of her closet out of sight.
Discovering that L had put marker all over the side of the fabric couch in the basement and the indescribable mess it was in just put the tin lid on it.
So I raved at them as I hurled toys into the bin bag and ended up with four of them filled with odds and sods. I was ruthless. If they can't be bothered to take care of them, they're not having them. End of story.
And I took great satisfaction in confiscating L's Happy Meal toy for an hour when I went into the family room and found her diet coke container lying on the floor, on its side, dribbling cola everywhere.
Gah. Tell me it's not just my kids who are like this?
herself_nyc. You're the reason I discovered LJ and I love reading your posts and hearing about what you're doing. I hope today brings you much joy ::hugs you::And I missed
saussy's birthday as it wasn't on the list. Sorry I'm late, but all best wishes and I'm glad it was a good day ::hugs you too::I am so very tired. L woke us up at 4.00; duvet had slid off. So I fixed it, tucked her in. 4.30 she comes in again. "Mommy, I don't like this bed; I want my old one back" :;sobs::
So not going to happen, especially not at 4.30 a.m.
I got her to sleep with a swift run through the Three Little Pigs and then lay awake for ages listening to the dawn chorus and knowing I was going to feel just like this :;yawns::
The Three Little Pigs... now there's a story that's changed since I were a nipper, oh my, yes. The death by fire/boiling water of the wolf has been toned down to, 'and he fell into the hot water, burned his bottom and ran off going, 'ow,ow, ow!'. Fine; we want to be kind to all living creatures... but the moral's gone too. Very few of the versions stress the grasshopper/ant theme of the first two feckless, lazy pigs doing a skimpy job and playing in the sun while their wise older brother slaves away building a brick house as they laugh at him.
I had a major meltdown yesterday. I went bravely armed with a bin bag into the basement and ended up screaming at the top of my voice and, when Lauren giggled, having to restrain myself from giving her a slap. I was in an awful mood as we'd discovered two yoghurt tubes and a crust of bread behind the TV and all of the ironed clothes I'd told E to hang up had been wedged into the bottom of her closet out of sight.
Discovering that L had put marker all over the side of the fabric couch in the basement and the indescribable mess it was in just put the tin lid on it.
So I raved at them as I hurled toys into the bin bag and ended up with four of them filled with odds and sods. I was ruthless. If they can't be bothered to take care of them, they're not having them. End of story.
And I took great satisfaction in confiscating L's Happy Meal toy for an hour when I went into the family room and found her diet coke container lying on the floor, on its side, dribbling cola everywhere.
Gah. Tell me it's not just my kids who are like this?
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