I’m warning you ahead of time, this is going to be a rambley-ranty kind of post. Just sayin’.
Oldest son just came in the room with me, all stubbed up and mad. I ask what’s wrong. No answer. I ask what happened. Again, no answer. I reword my question, add in the you-better-tell-me-before-I knock-you-upside-your-head tone of voice, all i get this time is an upturned eyebrow.
What…did I become a mind reader and someone forgot to tell me?
Why is it that The Studman can issue punishment, start new routines, implement new rules, and somehow, miraculously, I get the blame for it?
Must be nice to be a teenager and be able to direct your anger at anybody you please. ~~~~~~~
The other night, I took son #1 to the laundramat with me. We no longer have a working washing machine, so its off to the wash-a-rama I go. Son #1 can not stand to go with me to do laundry. All we do is wash there, then bring them home to dry, but still, he hates the place. You can imagine how good his mood was.
While I was filling one of the giant washers, I want one for home by the way, those things hold about 4-6 regular washer loads, can you imagine having that at home? I could just DIE!…. Anyhow, I also had #4 with me, and all of the sudden, this woman stops, calls him by name, and starts talking to him. I’m confused, I don’t have a clue who this woman is.
She reminds me how we know each other, we chit chat, then go on about our business. Later, after the washers are all started, #1 goes to the van to sit and listen to his head banging music, and I’m sitting inside reading a book alongside #4. The woman from before’s husband comes up to me and starts a conversation
Strange Husband: So how does he get out of doing laundry? (motions to van parked outside)
Me: oh, he helps carry in and out, I stay with the laundry.
Strange woman: Honey, he’s been working his butt off…(she’s motioning to #4)
Strange man: I wasn’t talking about her son, I was talking about her husband.
Me: Oh, he’s at home watching the 3 other kids.
Strange man: Isn’t that him in the van?
Son #1 was not happy to hear that story. He has been accused of being married to him mom. Not the best thing for a 16 yr old to hear when he’s already mad.
Me, well, I took it to mean I look younger than my 37 years.
Posted by Ficklechick on September 10, 2006 at 5:43 pm
Who cares if #1 like it or not, someone said you look young, be happy!!!
Posted by Sara on September 10, 2006 at 8:34 pm
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Posted by noonie on September 10, 2006 at 8:47 pm
Ooooo YEahhhhh Go ANgi… cool mum!
Posted by jenn on September 11, 2006 at 11:48 pm
Heeeheee I was rolling when I read that Angi! You do look a lot younger than you are honey, but it was still funny!
Posted by some girl on September 12, 2006 at 3:14 pm
I would kill for one of those washing machines, too!
5 boys, homeschooling, broken washer and you STILL look young? Man, I’m doing something wrong! I’m 39 w/ a 16 year old and nobody has EVER mistaken us for a couple. Damn!
Posted by Charmed on September 13, 2006 at 3:07 am
Fickle- AMEN to that! I look young baby!!!!
Sara- made my day!
Noonie- That’s me! (in my dreams at least)
Jenn- It’s the fair skin that I can’t tan, keeps away the wrinkles….
SomeGirl- you CAN NOT be 39!!!! No way! I do want one of those washers though, probably would have to mortgage the house to get one, but hey, at least the laundry would be done!