This morning I channeled my inner Carol Burnett by:
forcing #1 to get out of bed
making all three eat toast with jam for breakfast
reassuring #3 that even though she didn't have BOTH Dora slippers to wear, she was still adequately dressed for Pajama Day
Making #1 wear a sensible T-shirt under her pajama top with 4 holes in it
Nagging all of them to brush their hair and teeth over and over and over
Telling #2 to get in the way back seat
dropping all three at school 18 minutes early because they missed the bus thanks to #1
and dealing with 9-year old attitude without losing my temper
It all makes me want break out my boa and start singing 'Little Girls'
forcing #1 to get out of bed
making all three eat toast with jam for breakfast
reassuring #3 that even though she didn't have BOTH Dora slippers to wear, she was still adequately dressed for Pajama Day
Making #1 wear a sensible T-shirt under her pajama top with 4 holes in it
Nagging all of them to brush their hair and teeth over and over and over
Telling #2 to get in the way back seat
dropping all three at school 18 minutes early because they missed the bus thanks to #1
and dealing with 9-year old attitude without losing my temper
It all makes me want break out my boa and start singing 'Little Girls'
3 comments:
Love it! I think I have those moments each and every day. We just watched that movie the other day and I seriously felt like Miss Hannigan. What a horrible feeling! But it will get better . . . right? :)
Ms. Hannigan is the bomb. A completely inappropriate, drunk, skank bomb but a bomb nonetheless.
I'm so glad I found you're new digs. Looks good around here!
I was totally confused about all the "she" business, until I remembered you babysit in the mornings :) NOw it all makes sense :)
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