That feels like an expletive, doesn't it? Last night my kids were playing outside in the back yard when Ashley comes in screaming with blood running down her face. Apparently some bigger boys came into the back yard.... anyway, whoever started it, it ended up that my kids and the big boys were throwing rocks at each other. So, Ashley had a hole in her head, and because of who the big boys were, I felt like I had to call their parents and let them know what was going on. It was kind-of hard to call and try to say that I was not calling because Ashley got hurt, and that my kids were in just as much trouble... I just thought they should know...
And, it was interesting trying to explain to Ashley that she was doing exactly the same thing as the big boys, and was in just as much trouble---especially when one of the boys came over with his mother to apologize. She just happened to be the first one to get hurt.
Pth. Do you ever have those moments where you are just tired, and you wish someone else could come in and be the mom for a minute... and then you look around for your husband... and he's out of town. (?)
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4 comments:
Ha! Sometimes it sucks to be the mom doesn't it? Like when you have to call other parents....or clean up puke for that matter....
Rough times! People who think it must be easy to be a mom definately have never spent time with one!
That was a pretty big whole, and I saw it later! If stiches are necessary, let me know...I take the other 2.
OOps I mean hole not whole.
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