Thursday, March 31, 2011

Bad mommy moment

Teacher day at the kids' school so they're home. I'm supposed to be treasuring this rare day with them.

But they're bugging the living crap out of me.

Jack is riding his scooter all over the downstairs (thanks to the contractor who gave me lots of "loops" in my floor plan) and saying, "Can you make pancakes? Can you make pancakes?" every time he laps through the kitchen.

Caroline is cheating at the Bop-It game and it's really bugging me. How will she ever know her true high score if the registered high score is fraudulent?? Doesn't she have any ETHICS???

I keep trying to escape from them but they find me. I walk upstairs and four feet pound up the stairs behind me. I go in the office and the scooter and the Bop It game are right next to my desk. Bathroom? They knock on the door. Even though they don't have anything to say.

It's raining, it's cold. I think the guinea pig is a dud because she won't come out of the corner of her cage. The dog needs to be walked. There aren't any movies to go see, I don't know what to cook for dinner and I feel fat. Which makes me want to make brownies.

The neighbor called and asked if her kids could come over here for a while. What, she needs a break? No way, sister. We're all in this together.

1 comment:

  1. HA! Was it your neighbor Annie?? I ask because I ran into her at the movie theater during Teacher's Day :) Told her you had a phenomenal blog going and she had to check it out... Oops...