Dear Gretchie Verse: I am healed. I had been sick for 4 days and finally my stomach no longer aches, nor do I feel like ever befriending the porcelain throne again. Now I can return to cleaning Gail's, cleaning Gretchie's, dogs, my dogs, neurofeedback, bible study, the museum, laundry, dishes, PTA, writing in this fabulous (yet totally boring) blog, and did I mention parenting ?? Yeah, I am still debating ..flu/famine or parenting ? My kids could survive on their own right ?
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I BLAME YOU...whatever your name is.... |
Dear Rah Rah: I am fascinated with your return to Disney ...since we had rarely visited in the past. What goes ? Why are you suddenly obsessed with Disney films and music ? Does this mean we will have to go back in time and return to your toddler years and have the princess bedroom you never wanted ? Visit Disney World and see all the of the princesses and ask for their autographs in 90 degree weather with 99% humidity ? Paint your room pink and purple ? Rah Rah lets just stick to reality...you're going to be in HS next year (tears) and we need to focus on a rowing scholarship and good grades....oh and no boys...total waste of time, I'll explain when you are 18.
Dear Twins: Yo about the new bikes. Okay, I am happy about the bikes. Why one of you has chosen a boy bike is beyond me, but I am an open minded mother and can accept that. It's just the whole...now that I have a bike ...its like" I own a car "attitude. I never see you anymore. You are riding your bike outside the hood without permission and you are visiting friends that you don't even ask if you can visit. Just be grateful I haven't had you tagged with at chip to see where you are at all times.
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what my basement should look like...if I had millions |
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what my basement looks like to me |
Dear Cousin D: Thank you so much for the visit. I am just sorry you had to see my basement. I will clean it today and follow up with pictures. So, you won't have this deep impression that I am a horrible housewife...with a creepy yucky basement. Cousin, I love you and hoped that you sanitized your hands after you went down there. Oh I can't imagine the things (germs and viruses) growing down there , having a huge party and having lot sex and babies.
Dear Self: "Every little thing is going to be all right" ....Sing it Mr. Marley !
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