Wednesday, June 04, 2008

live blogging

Winnie is throwing every hook she knows at me right now.

Instead of deep breathing, I decided to blog the action. I am a horrible, no good, very bad mom...

Never mind on the live blog, she got right up on me and I had to close the window. But I'll still tell you why Winnie thinks I'm so horrid -- it's because I won't let her wear an ace bandage on her "injured" ankle which "HURTS REALLY BAD, AND YOU DON'T EVEN CARE! YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT LIZZIE!..."

If Lizzie had a friend named Macy who had an injured elbow and was getting lots of attention for her cast, I wouldn't give a rat's ass about Lizzie's ankle either. Especially if Lizzie jumped over the dog gate and landed on her extremely painful injury without so much as a flinch. And really, truly, no way would I fall for her ploy to only brush her teeth if I let her wear the ankle thing, not today, and not even if she promised to leave me alone if I let her wear it on Friday.

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9 Comments:

Blogger Cecily R said...

THIS stuff is the reason I have decided to love you. SOmetimes the sympathy card just can't be played around me either. And I am the worst mom ever because, well,

"You just don't care at all that I am hurt, do you?"

Then there is a dramatic flinging into the nearest room to slam the door.

Oh, I have so SO been there.

One of Gracie's newest 'crafts' is to make her own bandaids with masking tape, markers and toilet paper. Its grand entertainment!!

12:38 PM  
Blogger Matt said...

muhahahaha. i vividly remember wanting so badly to wear a bandage at some point in my childhood. my mom wouldn't fall for it either.

6:00 PM  
Blogger TTQ said...

You know I'me very accident prone, mom quit taking me to the ER after every incident. Today I am a magic healer of all our animals and honey. Honey is in awe. And for that matter so am I. Though I still think they should put me on the payroll at my local hospital, I got friends in every department. Including one my husband has a client and knows I like racing down the hallway at break neck speeds on the gurney, god I love those sharp corners.. Jokes and silly ass behavior is way better than morphine sometimes..

6:55 PM  
Blogger KATE said...

No WAY, I TOO am a horrible, no good, very bad Mom! Woo Hoo! Us girls need to stick together!

hee hee!

7:02 PM  
Blogger Swishy said...

Why can I not find your email address??? We are going to be near Oshkosh on Saturday afternoon for Jess Riley's book launch ... is that close? Remotely?

I guess I could check out mapquest, huh ... ha.

1:40 AM  
Blogger kim said...

I think the e-mail is on the profile.

7:59 AM  
Blogger Melek said...

i used to LOVE wearing an ACE bandage. and then limping, but just a little bit...

i love your label!

6:25 PM  
Blogger wordtryst said...

Ah, the joys. My niece pulled a similar stunt today. Hale and hearty all day, then when time for volleyball practice came around she suddenly 'remembered' that she had a bad case of - diarrhea.

What colour is it? Her mom asked.

It's orange, Mom.

Was very hurt by the loud, derisive peals from her horrible, no good, very bad aunt. Dear girl promptly went into a sulk.

11:45 PM  
Blogger kim said...

All three of my kids are the poop havingest kids when chore time rolls around (It's 15 minutes of fun people, can we squeeze em for just 15 freakin minutes?).

Even if I say go potty now before we do chores -- the cleaning starts and, "Mom, I swear I didn't have to go before, but it's really bad..."

So if your kid is ever constipated, I recommend housework.

2:05 PM  

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