Y'all gonna make me lose my mind. Up in here. Up in here.
Four everlovin' hours in the car with my monsters. It's a wonder I didn't have a heart attack before I hit Cuero. What I wouldn't give for my husband and some strawberry daiquiries about right now.
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Charlie: You're going to grow up to be a criminal.
Juliet: NO I'M NOT! I'M GOING TO BE A PRINCESS!
Charlie: That's a very HARD JOB TO GET!!!
Me: STOP SCREAMING BEFORE I HAVE A FREAKIN' ACCIDENT!!!!!
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Me: Stop blowing in each other's ears! That's just creepy.
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Charlie: Stop putting napkins in my ears!!!
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Ava (crying): Stop it!! YOUR A CRYBABY!!!
Juliet (giggling): No, I'm not. You're the one crying.
Ava (crying): No, I'm not! YOUR A LIAR AND YOUR TATTLING!!!
Me (swiping my arm behind me, the kids are hugging their sad little legs to their chests): STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!!! STOP YELLING!!!! GRRRRRRR!!!!!
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(All 3 jerks): clap-clap-stomp, clap-clap-stomp, We will, we will, ROCK YOU!! We will, we will, ROCK YOU!!!!
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Charlie: Mooooommm. Juliet is hitting me and Ava took my glasses.
Juliet: giggle, giggle
Ava: I have your glaaasssseeess!
Me: Whatever. Don't talk to me until we get to San Antonio.
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Yeah...soooo, yeah. Not my bright and shiningest moment in motherhood. Luckily there wasn't any pot or hard liquor in my mother-in-laws backseat so they didn't get too mischevious while I was on autopilot. Although some hard liquor wouldn't be too bad at the moment.
I've turn them over to the in-laws. My mama hours are over for the time being. (Exhale). I'm calling my husband.
http://here-in-idaho.blogspot.com/
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Charlie: You're going to grow up to be a criminal.
Juliet: NO I'M NOT! I'M GOING TO BE A PRINCESS!
Charlie: That's a very HARD JOB TO GET!!!
Me: STOP SCREAMING BEFORE I HAVE A FREAKIN' ACCIDENT!!!!!
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Me: Stop blowing in each other's ears! That's just creepy.
************************************************************************************
Charlie: Stop putting napkins in my ears!!!
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Ava (crying): Stop it!! YOUR A CRYBABY!!!
Juliet (giggling): No, I'm not. You're the one crying.
Ava (crying): No, I'm not! YOUR A LIAR AND YOUR TATTLING!!!
Me (swiping my arm behind me, the kids are hugging their sad little legs to their chests): STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!!! STOP YELLING!!!! GRRRRRRR!!!!!
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(All 3 jerks): clap-clap-stomp, clap-clap-stomp, We will, we will, ROCK YOU!! We will, we will, ROCK YOU!!!!
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Charlie: Mooooommm. Juliet is hitting me and Ava took my glasses.
Juliet: giggle, giggle
Ava: I have your glaaasssseeess!
Me: Whatever. Don't talk to me until we get to San Antonio.
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Yeah...soooo, yeah. Not my bright and shiningest moment in motherhood. Luckily there wasn't any pot or hard liquor in my mother-in-laws backseat so they didn't get too mischevious while I was on autopilot. Although some hard liquor wouldn't be too bad at the moment.
I've turn them over to the in-laws. My mama hours are over for the time being. (Exhale). I'm calling my husband.
http://here-in-idaho.blogspot.com/
posted by Will at 9/15/2006 07:19:00 PM
2 Comments:
Did you ever say "Don't make me pull this car over because I'll give you something to cry about"?
Ooh, how about "Don't make me come back there"?
Oldies, but goodies.
Sounds like you had a hella time going back to S.A. I was glad to see you tough!!! Come back soon.
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