Today my six year old son, Parker and his friend from accross the street, B, decided it would be a good idea to take the neighbours sprinkler - on - and set it inside her garage. Her drywall covered garage, her UNFINISHED drywall covered garage. B was the one who physically put it in the garage, But parker, IMHO is just as much at fault for not stopping B (4) not telling the woman what had happened, and not pulling the sprinkler out.
They just put it in, and left to play.
Did I mention the homeowner is a cop? She was so nice about it. Even laughed about how her truck got a washing. But still, if the drywall is ruined, thats a lot of money to replace it. Money WE would have to pay out. Money we simply do not have.
Parkers punishment included a severe talking too (this may have been the worst part, I told him that it is within her rights as a homeowner to call the cops if we don;t pay for damages, and that we can get arrested for what he did.) He was put to bed immediatly afterwards, only 30 minutes early but at that point I was so mad that I was afraid to keep talking to him,I have a bad temper, he is only six and they can only take so much berating.He has been grounded to the yard. Should he step one foot out of the yard, he will be grounded indoors. This punishment will last until Thursday when we leave for camping. He will also not ba able to play with B. He was not spanked, I was too mad to chance touching him.
Thank God she caught it in time. Hubster just got back with whats what. They saw it in time and turned it off, put up a bunch of fans to dry it out. We wont have to pay to replace it. But the punishment stands.
My mother inlaw believes we should “give him a six minute time out and forget about it” NO FREAKING WAY. If we let this go, next week he will be breaking windows and stealing cars! My inlaws believe I am being way to harsh on Parker. Saying I am being “borderline abusive”, My father said we are being too light on him, saying we should have “beaten him to a pulp” (no he did not mean it the way it sounds, he means it in a way that we should ahve given him a spanking that made sitting hard for a day) I’m not sure if I am being too hard or too light on him, all I know is He knows better. I have told him about water in our garage ~ repeatedly. I have shown him with chalk and paper what happens when drywall gets wet. He KNEW that what he was doing was wrong.
help me out people .. Is this enough? Not enough? Just right??
Anyone remember this post from One Tall Momma, made, oh, about THREE WEEKS AGO?
Since 7am this morning I have been studying for my exam. What exam, you ask? Why, THE EXAM. The big one. The IBCLC or International Board Certification Lactation Consultant Exam. My boards. That are only offered once a year and that cost a shit load of money to take and if you flunk you don’t get your money back. That exam. Exam date: July, right around the corner, 31st..three weeks from now.
Yea, thats right. Its Time. Monday at 8am. 3 hours in the morning, 3 in the afternoon.
Momma has been studying . Hard. to the point of missing out on precious blogging time! But, if by some cosmic mistake I get pregnant and have badly deseased lactating boobs, She is the one I will call. Of course if by some cosmic mix up I
Do get pregnant, Im not saying I’ll
run for the nearest bridge and jump off it. Cus I hate exercise, So I will call a taxi.
But still, if YOU had badly diseased lactating boobies, I’d give you her number. Cus now that she studied and looked at boob pictures for hours and hours at a time, she can help, She is a leaky boob expert. Well, maybe not over the phone.. but if you e-mailed some detailed photos?
Thats not the point. The point is we are gathered here today to join this woman and her love of healthy lactating boobs and women with lactation issues together, hand and boob. And to ensure this happens, we have to give Momma allll our support.
Momma. I won’t say Good Luck. I refuse to. You don;t need luck because I know you can do this! Now, go over the notes one more time, get some sleep and rock that test girl!
14 Days, 336 hours, 20160 minutes and 1209600 seconds. Thats how long Hubster gets to stay home, PAID, with us! All. Day. Long! I love summer shut down.
Hubs company pays its employees to stay at home and sit on their ass and play DDR with their wife, and watch movies with the kids. And go to the spray park, eat ice cream cones, catch frogs, and explain why the frogs are dead ( HINT: frogs don’t have thick skulls , do not repeatedly drop them!)
R.I.P. Little Jumpy. You will be missed.
Oh, and go CAMPING
Yea baby! We are taking the two oldest boys* on a three to five hour road trip to find the perfect campsite, where we will set up our tents and break out the marshmallows. We have a book, pre-picked by Parker, gaurenteed to contain the “scary-est Stories Ever!” to read by campfire light… We have four matching water guns. We have a telescope given to the boys by their Aunty Sheri. We are hoping for at least one night of clear skys! We have Glow sticks, and a kids campset thingy.. plastic peice of crap, but the boys will love it! We have compressed fuel sources to throw on the fire, you know, in case they ever call off the current fire ban.
Its gonna be a blast. And now, I will go up and join my husband, after all, it’s vacation time, and neither of us have to be up in the morning *wink*
*Two year old Logan is undergoing extensive training at Potty Boot Camp while we are gone. There, they will strip him of his diaper, gerd his loins in Spiderman, Curious George and Spongebob, and force him to sit on a potty chair with the sweet sweet promis of candy to come. They will take away his sippy cup and replace it with the much messier version. The cup. They will make him walk to the park and play on the swings. They will take him to McDonalds playland for enforced socialization training. They will hug him and kiss him each night and tell him mommy and daddy love him.
OK, In my defense, I really ment to clean the house for these photos. And hang some pictures. And Do the dishes, But I had to sit outside and make sure the babies didn’t run into the street. And I was forced to repeatedly soak the kids with icy cold water, cus, uh, its hot and stuff. Oh and popsicles, I had to eat them, and you can’t eat them inside cus “Mommy gets mad at drips” And my toes needed a fresh coat of paint… You know, Important stuff. Really I was quite busy today, In fact I even took off my pink elephant jammies before noon today! So there!
And If the counters look cluttered and the floors dusty, at least you know my kids have been fed and watered today!….
* photo deleted cus some whack job is giving out my address*
Ok so this is the front door to our house. I’m totally lying to all you people. I betcha in the ten months we have lived here we have gone through that door 50 times. We use the garage door.
And the kitchen. Please take careful note of the jar on the counter. It has a big fuzzy two inch long caterpillar we are hoping to turn into a butterfly. He is very cute, We have named him FurBall, and we are really hoping the cats don’t eat him! If he turns into the cocoon thingy and a butterfly I will post pictures. I will not post any photos of my cats puking him(her?) up all over the living room floor!
Ahhh, this is where I blog. Since I blog at all times of the day, and I have rug rats (I love the term Crotch Fruit, but Hubster doesnt think I should call the kids that … ) I blog in the middle of the downstairs “famly room” to keep an eye on them.
*UPDATE* Please click on this photo, and then click again. Then look to the left of the photo to see some freaky cat glaring at me…..
This is the part of the family room Hubs and I occupy. Please Ignore the DDR mats I havent put away. Behind the blue couch ~ yes thats the one I stapled my finger, through the bone too, is a “toy room” and Its a disaster….See
These last two photos are beacsue we got to pick our favorite parts of the house. This is my coffee pot. It has a timer, I set it for 630 every morning and it doesn’t get turned off till midnight. I love coffee. No it isn’t Decaf, and Yes I sleep very well at night!
This is where I spend a good part of my day. With the door open, of course. I sit in my green chair, or the pool or on the driveway or chase the kids till they are screaming.
All of these photos were taken at night, so sorry for the darkness. I hope you enjoyed my ” tour of homes” post. I enjoyed showing you.
I freaking learned the coolest damn thing EVER. I mean it. Its waaaaaaaaaay cool, cooler then the fact my cousin interveiwed Channing Tatum, and If you laugh at me because you all learned this in grade school then you aren’t my Freind Anymore! PFFFFFFT
So really. I don’t know if this works on EVERY browser or on EVERY site. I checked my blog, and three others. I have yet to check my homepage, or anything else. Hold Down CTRL and +. The freaking font gets BIGGER.
Hold down CTRL and - and it gets SMALLER.
Like oh my freaking word! Thats cool. Im heading to my email to see if it works there. If it does I will know I am a computer retard and that all you supposed blogger freinds are laughing and pointing fingers at me. WHY didn’y you tell me this????? You didn’t think it was relevent?
Damn you. Damn you all to hell! ~ of course I will veto the damning to hell part if
1) You thought everyoen knew this as it is common knowledge
or
2) you did not know about it.
those of you who sat their hording this secret… Danm you to hell - here have an iced tea for the trip!
