Don't Wake The Kids

And Other Rules for Motherhood

Don’t Talk to Your Kid

…while he’s wearing headphones.

At Thanksgiving I took a lovely portrait of my oldest brother and his family. I FINALLY got around to creating a layout to go with it. My plan was to frame it and give it to him as a present.

Saturday, I planned a trip to the scrapbook store and Wack Mart with the kids. (I don’t know what got in to me! WM is my least favorite place.) I also took the layout with us in case I found the frame at WM. (Again I don’t know what I was thinking. I had high hopes of being productive.)

We got down at the scrapbook store. (That’s the way I say we got out of the car. Go ahead, make fun. My husband does.)

I left the layout facedown on Jumpshot’s seat. I made a mental note to tell him about when we got back to the car before he opened the door.

When we got back to the car, I put my purchase in the truck and yelled to him not to sit on my layout. See? I remembered to tell him. I thought all was well.

I got in my seat and turned to him to see where he placed the layout.

He didn’t have it.

Agh! You sat on it?!

That’s when I noticed he was wearing his headphones. He lifted his leg. Yep, there it was, crunched. Sigh!

Well, here it is, pre-crunch.

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Well it was the thought, right?

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I’m a mom to three fantastic kids, wife of an awesome husband, and work my tail off full-time outside the home as a research analyst. Here I share my experiences and lessons I’ve learned along the way. You can follow me by subscribing to my feed or elect to receive my posts via email. You can also follow me on Twitter via @dwtkmom and like my page on Facebook. Thank you!

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Don’t Give The Kids Scissors

Picture this: my eight-year-old daughter declaring her intention to become more mature.

The very next morning, something was amiss, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. She looked guilty, but I shrugged it off in the hurriedness to get ready for work and school.

When we got to school, Diva and I got out the car at the same time.

That’s when I noticed it.

She had bangs.

She did not have bangs the night before. The same night she wanted to be more mature, mind you.

She woke up in the middle of the night to find that she fell asleep with her glitter putty and it was stuck in her hair.

And since she had a manicure set, which I bought little Miss Mature that very same day, she thought the scissors would be a good way to go.

She tried very hard to hide the fact that she cut her bangs and the hair above her ear.

Then she cried for two days embarrassed about what she had done.

I guess that is maturing for you. Learning from your mistakes.

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