Just Trying to Get Out the Damn Door, Already
Today for some reason, my temper was a bit, er, on the shorter side of things.
We were getting ready to go to the beach (yay, beach!) and it seemed like I was doing it all- packing and making the food, the towels, getting sunscreen on everybody, and just generally trying to get us on our way without forgetting important things. You know, like something to drink, or Chap-stick. Because it's when you don't have the Chapstick that you really, really, need it.
Meantime, I've got these two chatterboxes contsantly asking me questions.
"Mommy, Mommmmyy, Moooommm-eeeee," comes the constant cry "did I tell you what the magic did?"
"The magic?" I reply, "Exactly what kind of magic are you talking about? And can't you see that I am doing a bajillion other things and cannot talk about the magic right now?
Then comes the hurt look on the face and the huffing off in a corner because Mommy did not drop everything to listen to him.
Then from the kitchen comes, "Do you think we should bring the Go-Gos CD?"
Well, I'm glad Hubba-hubba has time to rummage through our CD collection whilst I basically do everything so that we can get out the door.
Maybe I should invest in a little plastic bubble that I can put over my head when I am trying to do things and don't want to be asked a million questions in the process. That would actually be easier than trying to deal, you know?
And hey, do you like Stila? Do you want a new Stila Lip Glaze Stick? Then simply answer a simple question on your blog, link to it in the comments of Teeny Manolo, and voila! You are entered. Contest ends Friday night, so get crackin' if you want in.
We were getting ready to go to the beach (yay, beach!) and it seemed like I was doing it all- packing and making the food, the towels, getting sunscreen on everybody, and just generally trying to get us on our way without forgetting important things. You know, like something to drink, or Chap-stick. Because it's when you don't have the Chapstick that you really, really, need it.
Meantime, I've got these two chatterboxes contsantly asking me questions.
"Mommy, Mommmmyy, Moooommm-eeeee," comes the constant cry "did I tell you what the magic did?"
"The magic?" I reply, "Exactly what kind of magic are you talking about? And can't you see that I am doing a bajillion other things and cannot talk about the magic right now?
Then comes the hurt look on the face and the huffing off in a corner because Mommy did not drop everything to listen to him.
Then from the kitchen comes, "Do you think we should bring the Go-Gos CD?"
Well, I'm glad Hubba-hubba has time to rummage through our CD collection whilst I basically do everything so that we can get out the door.
Maybe I should invest in a little plastic bubble that I can put over my head when I am trying to do things and don't want to be asked a million questions in the process. That would actually be easier than trying to deal, you know?
And hey, do you like Stila? Do you want a new Stila Lip Glaze Stick? Then simply answer a simple question on your blog, link to it in the comments of Teeny Manolo, and voila! You are entered. Contest ends Friday night, so get crackin' if you want in.
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Actually, I think my husband might have one you can borrow. He's a champ at not hearing me unless I do a dance and wave shiny things in front of him to get his attention. I guess a focused mind isn't all that bad (unless I'm screaming I need some TP in the bathroom!)
Hope the day at the beach went well once you got there!
I'll link to the contest from a couple more blogs tomorrow. I have three that would work for this. And I gave it an Ayyyalanche as far as that goes today.
And why is the amount of stuff you need to tote along in direct opposition to the age of your child? A teen is happy with just his cell phone. Preschoolers require the entire kitchen and toybox!