1. Mommy the paper in the toilet won’t go down and the water is really cold on my feet! Can you come help me? You damn skippy son I am on my way.
Go upstairs to find boy child standing in front of the toilet with his drawers (that is southern for underwear) at his ankles and his slash style top hat on with water running over the toilet onto his feet and the floor. Add a few little brown pellets rolling over the side and yes folks we have a party! I go in up to my elbow and start pulling toilet paper out of the toilet along with about 25 little turds, while trying to turn the water off all at the same time. Boy do I know how to have fun or what? Boy child goes “Mommy those brown things are mine but I have NO IDEA how all that toilet paper got there, are you happy at me?” Still standing in the water with his drawers at his ankles and his top hat on giggling at me. I finally get to the end of the mass of toilet paper he has shoved into the toilet. If there is an ass big enough to need this much Charmin I DO NOT want to see it! The toilet begins to suck back the little turds and water much like the ocean does its storm surge after a category 4 hurricane. Mommy is not holding on to the paper tight enough so the toilet sucks it back and it clogs again. I say SHIT and son please move back so I can get all this cleaned up. I go for the water valve again and drop my knee right on a runaway turd. Yep its getting fun now! Boy child says “ mommy, now you have really made a mess.” Realizing that in his world this is entirely my fault. I slip and hit my chin on the toilet. Which makes me stand up and say F*#k it! You guessed it folks… I step on yet another runaway turd. Finally I reach down and grab all the paper out of the toilet with a fury and let all the remaining contents drain into the abyss. Stand up and sling the wad of toilet paper towards the tub! Clean up the floor, throw the rugs in the garbage and look at boy child, aka slash, standing in the tub watching me, then I see the mass of toilet paper I tossed, sticking to the side of the tub SO close to his head it actually makes me laugh. He says “boy mommy that was close.” I say you are right little man next time don’t use so much ok? He says,” you got it mommy, I love you and you are the best mommy I have ever had!” Love my life J
3. Mommy I love you but I don’t want to live here right now. Can you call Gammy and Gaga to see when they are going to come pick me up? Oh yeah and mommy I will call you when I am ready for you to pick me up ok?
Don't you love getting the don't call me, I'll call you from your children? How could I argue with this very smart young child who was trying to get out while the getting was good. My sentiment was, sure honey I will be happy to do that just as soon as I pack all my things because right now I don't really want to live here either. 4 days and counting until spring break 2010 is over!!!
I once brushed my teeth with surgilube.
ReplyDeleteYou better keep this up woman. I need this type of stuff on a weekly if not daily basis. Just read your latest to my mom while she was cooking...it was all I could do speak coherently I was laughing so hard.
ReplyDeleteLova ya,
Chris
Read it to a friend at work that previously said "I don't want to hear about your friend's kids" and now she is in tears from laughter. Forwarded to five more people.
ReplyDeleteROFLMAO! Remind me never to brush my teeth at your house!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHOLY CRAP! (literally and figuratively) this blog is hilarious! sadly, i have to stop reading this and do some more studying, but reading this thing may actually help me survive my crazy life right now. thanks! :)
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