Hi! Remember me!
It’s been SO busy here. We’ve been busy cutting up deer (oops, I mean my boyfriend has been cutting up deer), hanging new shutters on the house, mowing the lawn for the last time before the snow flies and tending to all the other usual to do list items. This weekend we also had my boyfriends daughter here with us. So with two kids running around, I’ve forgotten what it’s like to pee alone….. I’ve also forgotten what a clean kitchen looks like….. I forgot what silence sounds like……. I never really knew what it meant to sit, I swear I have ADD sometimes…… but as always we squeeze in fun times.
Today while the guys played a video game, during my boyfriends break from cutting up deer (his hands were frozen), his daughter and I went to the store to buy batteries for a toy the kids had been wanting to play with. For those of you mommies out there (or anybody for that matter that’s been around little kids), you all know that at times the word “Why” should be considered a dirty word…….. Hey that’s it I’m teaching my next kid that “Why” is a naughty word!! Sweet
haha Anyway……. after hearing “Why?” fifteen thousand times I resorted to “Because I said so”. So we arrive back at home after buying batteries and this was the conversation between me and my boyfriends daughter:
Me: Okay, I’ll get the bag and my purse and help you out and then you walk to the house.
Kid: No! I want you to carry me. (Insert little girl whiny voice)
Me: But I need to carry this stuff and you can walk.
Kid: But I want you to carry me. (Insert super whiny voice)
Me: Why do I NEED to carry you?
Kid: Because I said so! (In a super cute happy voice, you know the one…… haha bitch I got you!)
Me: *thinking* OMG What in the hell have I done! Damn Damn Damn Why do kids gotta pick up on that!
It was absolutely hilarious – but NOT one of those things you can bust out laughing at, not at THAT moment anyway, I waited until she was out of sight inside and then I busted out laughing.

This was too cute of a moment! They’re not fighting OR whining! Wow! Yeah!

See those cute shoes there. Those would be the shoes we had to go buy because her mother is obviously preoccupied with other things
Not only did she send clothes that were too small and didn’t match(!), but her damn shoes were too small too! Seriously, it was like trying to dress the kid in polka dots and stripes! The kid is two and she even saw a shirt in her suitcase and said “That’s too small!” And when her mother was called and asked why all her stuff was too small…… 1st of all, she said as long as she’s clean then it shouldn’t matter (What!) and 2nd of all, we should just go buy her new clothes then. Reason SHE isn’t buying new clothes….. because she uses “the check” for other things (insert me cussing a whole freakin lot right here). So we did buy her some new clothes, but they are staying here at our house, so when she’s here we can dress her in clothes that are 1. not dirty hand me downs and 2. they fit her. Awful ex-wives is a subject I could go on and on and on about forever. Oh and get this – we pick her up and she’s been licking her lips so much that even her skin all around her lips is cracked and dry! Ummm…… hello! Why don’t we put something on that! So I bought some Carmex and put it on for the two days she was here and voila! By the time we took her back, her lips were good as new! I wanted to (I refrained – but it was hard) send a note home in her suitcase with the Carmex with instructions telling her to put it on throughout the day and after meals (since it gets wiped off after washing her face). Why in the hell would you let your kid run around with chapped skin so bad that it’s hurting her! Anyway…… if I continue bitching about all the stupid stuff she’s done, like not buckling her up in her carseat (cuz it’s just a short way), we’d be here all night.
A damn wasp had stung my son twice. Thank goodness just minutes later he said the stinging had gone away, so all we had left were a couple white bumps and a lot of red rash from scratching. Wow – what a way to make my heart sink when my son comes out of his room minus his shirt, holding his throat and screaming.




