Ahhhhhhh....
Now that was a very, very refreshing hour and a half trip to the grocery store to replenish the devoured larder, two hour trip to the vet to figure out why Dog what pooping blood, only to learn that he got colitis, probably caused by stress from my two-day departure (because I need more guilt in my life), five loads of laundry, two entire hours standing over Boy to make sure he did not even think of getting up until he finished his book report, three hours in a school committee meeting physically restraining myself from screaming, and a few other things I don't remember right now but were probably very annoying, I'm sure ... nap.
So much for continued programming.
I over-promised, and I'm sorry. I didn't even get to go visit much.
Tomorrow though, for sure.
Well... maybe Thursday.
Oh. Tomorrow IS Thursday? How can that be?
Well, OK, then fine. I'll get to it soon. It's gonna be good. I have a title and everything: How you know you're a knitting dork. Or, Tales from the City I, for those of you who really don't care about knitting. (Something is wrong with you for that, by the way. Just sayin'.)
It's gonna be good.
Oh. I don't want to over-sell it or anything. It's not that good. It's just about how I go up to some random woman, while we're standing in the middle of the butterfly exhibit and, as usual, completely humiliate myself.
Aw, man. I think I just ruined it - I gave away the punchline. Oh well. Whatever. I suppose that's not a big surprise, anyway, me embarrassing myself. It seems to happen a lot.
But anyway, listen: I have to finish the laundry. And unpacking. And cleaning toilet seats that apparently no one bothered to lift even once the entire time we were gone. And shoving tummy ache pills down Dogs throat three times a day. Plus a few other things I can't remember right now but I'm sure are pretty annoying.
So tomorrow, probably. And I'll come visit; we'll sit and have some tea, some bon-bons. You know - do that stuff we have time to do, since we're stay-at-home moms.
Tomorrow.
Or maybe the next day.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
The sun'll come out...
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Uncle! You had me at "pooping blood."
I think I might be tempted to just go back to bed.
Oh, sorry, I've eaten all my bon-bons. Let me know when you'll be here, and I'll be sure to pick up some more, and tell the guy who feeds them to me (shirtless, of course) that he'll need to work overtime tomorrow, and hand feed them to you, too. Because yes, that's absolutely how this stay-at-home mom gig goes.
Awww, now I want to go back to being a stay at home mom, too. That bon-bon thing? I don't think I remember that part. Hmmm, maybe I did it wrong, can I have a do-over? This work thing is not nearly as fun......
I'm heading over to Amy's. Meet me there.
As for keeping your son in the chair? Have you tried staples?
isn't giving a dog a pill the best way to spend three sloppy hours????
Tell me if i need to haul my arse uptown and see that butterfly exhibit. seriously.
No bon bons here either...could I interest you in a margarita?
OK.. and after reading your post, I need a nap
oh man. My Akita did this, the colitis thing. First time was the first day I returned to work and left her home with "Daddy" after "pup-ternity leave". I called to check on her and he was all like "uhhh...ummmm...uhhh..." didn't want to tell me. She was 3 months old. It just went from there. We couldn't change ANYTHING without her having "problems". Worse than the damn KIDS.
I'll be waiting...but let's skip the bon-bons and open that bottle of red, yes?
Heidi
Huh, all these stay-at-home moms and not one of us has any bon-bons? What's up with that? I like Amy's idea, though. Anyone got the number for Shirtless Guy Rentals?
Hey, and don't worry about being out of the blogging loop. I'm behind too, and I haven't even gone anywhere. (Then again, maybe that's why I'm behind... all the whining about being stuck in my house has kept me from the computer.)
you're such a tease. It's not fair.
Oh yeah - that6's right - since we do nothing at all during the day - except the washing - and the ironing and the playing with children and meals and washing up and changing sheets and puting stuff away and getting out all the winter clothes and feeding children and getting them dressed and taking them to the loo and writing articles for our new job and doing research and contacting blogpals and writing posts - naah. Nothing really.
I bet the bon-bon guy could also clean the toilets for an extra $20.
Note to self: order two shirtless, toilet cleaning bon bon guys, in case MadMad shows up. Also make sure they clean the toilets AFTER the bon bons.
I get a nap like that EVERY FRICKIN' DAY. No dogs to poop blood, though. We do have a cat who tends to get crystals in his bladder that then block his urinary tract and threaten to kill him because he can't pee. Good times.
well here in Australia Bon Bons are those cracker things at Christmas, so how about some chocolate and a latte.
And you can help me kick some arses. Cause I am in that kinda mood. What do you mean I am always like that? I'll kick your arse...
Your reasons for not writing are much more intense than mine, which usually involve overwhelming sloth, laziness and "What Not To Wear".
But you're still funny writing about not writing.
We'll make prank calls on our VOIP phones!!
I'm visiting ALL the humor blogs today....
did someone say bon-bons?
count me in!
My dog has not pooped blood, but my cat had the urinary tract thing that makes them pee in the sink ...
Darling, I've been home with the mini-liebchen for two weeks--there is NEVER a time for a nap, I hear you. (But I'm still with kim--you had me at pooping blood!!!)
Oh my gosh...you're hilarious.
Now, as for the stay at home mom having all that time...I don't think so!
I'm not one (unfortunately) but I know quite a few and they run around like chickens with their heads cut off.
I'm busy with work, but if you want to stop by for a chat I'm always around.
I love how you say 'just sayin'' It makes it sound like you're standing here talking to me.
And speaking of toilet seats, The Man? Yah, you'd think after he lifted it up everyday that maybe, quite possibly, he should run a cloth over it? But no, he just leaves it, standing right up there, in all that dried-piss glory.
Oh, and don't even let me get started on those two dogs of mine!
This is my first time here and I just want to say duct tape works wonders for forcing children to stay where they're told.
Also, I find alcohol far more effective than bon bons.
I love your blog! You sound like a way better housekeeper than I am. My hat's off to you, sister.
Hi there!
Have stumbled onto your blog after some blog hopping- very entertaining!
Best Wishes from Aus!
G
xx
You guys crack me UP! Try doing all those chores at home AND holding down a full-time, during the week job. I have LOTS of bon-bons and Cocoa the pool boy to feed them to me.
Okay, maybe not Cocoa, but I got the dog.
I'll take one of those margaritas!
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