mr. orpington the killer rooster
Yesterday I spent most of the day cleaning... and today I have sat at my desk ALL day doing homework. What a dullsome life I live.
Emmy started feeling better on Sunday and she is now her awesomest self. She spent the morning crying because I wouldn't take her shopping before school. I guess if you do it with one kid you have to do it with all of them or they feel like you don't love them.
I took Sethie to the store yesterday morning (at 6:50am), because I believe in keeping my sanity for more useful things. He decided on Friday that he absolutely positively NEEDED this thing called a Bakugan morphing marble (definition: expensive! stupid! toy on planet that makes children feel like moms love them for two hours or until they want something else). When I saw this toy (because all of his friends have one and they showed me theirs) my first thought was "what possed anyone to let their child have a $9 little plastic junk transforming ball". Come on people!!! There has to be better things to do with $9. I decided that I was going to stand strong and tell him we don't spend our money on crappy "morphing" balls when there are kids starving all around the world and $9 would feed them for months (remember why you have to eat your veggies!).
I forgot one thing... I was talking to Seth. Remember when I explained how little Sethie works. He is the most loving, caring kids until he wants something. Then all bets are off and he is centered on that one thing and that one thing ONLY. Lately, he wants stuff a lot... And it was just my luck that he had mowed the lawn and got five dollars and he already had five which made it so he could buy it HIMSELF. I would have had to hold up stronger if it was coming out of my money (though it kind of was, but whatever).
Who cares about the starving children, heck, I couldn't even convince him to pay his tithing....He will do that later when he makes more money and he doesn't have anything he wants to spend it on.....That is basically what he told me. So now the only obstacle was that the store didn't have any, BUT his sources told him that they restock the shelves on Saturday nights. Got to love those SOURCES. Nothing is like having a child beg you ALL Sunday to take him to the store to buy "plastic". But I have to stand up for my morals some times. So... he wants a plastic morphing ball because they are "cool" and everyone has one AND he has the money to buy it himself... I can cope with that and still sleep at night. But I wasn't not going to break the sabbath so that he could have it one day earlier. I made him wait.... Lets just say the day wasn't very fun for either of us...
Of course once it started getting late and it was apparent that he wasn't going to break me, no matter home much he tried... he told me that he was getting up at 5:45 am and I was going to get the privilege of going to the store with him (or he could walk if he had too). Ughh. I compromised with him and told him I would take him once I dropped his dad off at the bus stop. I am such a nice, messed up, mommy.
PIC of MORPHING MARBLE (larger in picture than it is in REAL life. In real life it is a little larger than a big marble).
Emmy started feeling better on Sunday and she is now her awesomest self. She spent the morning crying because I wouldn't take her shopping before school. I guess if you do it with one kid you have to do it with all of them or they feel like you don't love them.
I took Sethie to the store yesterday morning (at 6:50am), because I believe in keeping my sanity for more useful things. He decided on Friday that he absolutely positively NEEDED this thing called a Bakugan morphing marble (definition: expensive! stupid! toy on planet that makes children feel like moms love them for two hours or until they want something else). When I saw this toy (because all of his friends have one and they showed me theirs) my first thought was "what possed anyone to let their child have a $9 little plastic junk transforming ball". Come on people!!! There has to be better things to do with $9. I decided that I was going to stand strong and tell him we don't spend our money on crappy "morphing" balls when there are kids starving all around the world and $9 would feed them for months (remember why you have to eat your veggies!).
I forgot one thing... I was talking to Seth. Remember when I explained how little Sethie works. He is the most loving, caring kids until he wants something. Then all bets are off and he is centered on that one thing and that one thing ONLY. Lately, he wants stuff a lot... And it was just my luck that he had mowed the lawn and got five dollars and he already had five which made it so he could buy it HIMSELF. I would have had to hold up stronger if it was coming out of my money (though it kind of was, but whatever).
Who cares about the starving children, heck, I couldn't even convince him to pay his tithing....He will do that later when he makes more money and he doesn't have anything he wants to spend it on.....That is basically what he told me. So now the only obstacle was that the store didn't have any, BUT his sources told him that they restock the shelves on Saturday nights. Got to love those SOURCES. Nothing is like having a child beg you ALL Sunday to take him to the store to buy "plastic". But I have to stand up for my morals some times. So... he wants a plastic morphing ball because they are "cool" and everyone has one AND he has the money to buy it himself... I can cope with that and still sleep at night. But I wasn't not going to break the sabbath so that he could have it one day earlier. I made him wait.... Lets just say the day wasn't very fun for either of us...
Of course once it started getting late and it was apparent that he wasn't going to break me, no matter home much he tried... he told me that he was getting up at 5:45 am and I was going to get the privilege of going to the store with him (or he could walk if he had too). Ughh. I compromised with him and told him I would take him once I dropped his dad off at the bus stop. I am such a nice, messed up, mommy.
PIC of MORPHING MARBLE (larger in picture than it is in REAL life. In real life it is a little larger than a big marble). In the end he got his stupid morphing marble and I got peace for a couple of seconds until i got home and woke up the other kids and Emmy realized we had gone to a store without her... Ultimate sin!
I did get back at Seth a little. You know Mr. Orpington the KILLER rooster. Well guess who I sent out to feed him???? I was a nice mommy and stood guard at the chicken coupe door with a nice big broom to try to keep little Sethie safe. I am wondering if I would stand in front of my children and take a bullet for them. I would think that I would, but when I send them into the killer roosters coupe because I am afraid to go it there (and I cower at the corner ready to hit and run if the rooster tries something)...well it makes me wonder.
Charmy (Prints Charming), my french lop, is HUGE. When Mr. Orpington chased me from his coupe the other day, Charmy made his great escape. He has decided that he is sick of being a chicken. If I had to live with the killer rooster I would want out too.
I have just been letting him have free range of the backyard and now he is hanging out with the cats. This morning he played tag with one for a few minutes. I went to go and video record it because nobody ever believes that I have the most awesomest bunny ever... but by the time I found it and got back he wasn't playing with the cat anymore. He totally does special things just for me... and sometimes Nate.
Charmy can heard chickens and play with cats... now tell me he isn't a talented little (I mean HUGE) bunny!
I did get back at Seth a little. You know Mr. Orpington the KILLER rooster. Well guess who I sent out to feed him???? I was a nice mommy and stood guard at the chicken coupe door with a nice big broom to try to keep little Sethie safe. I am wondering if I would stand in front of my children and take a bullet for them. I would think that I would, but when I send them into the killer roosters coupe because I am afraid to go it there (and I cower at the corner ready to hit and run if the rooster tries something)...well it makes me wonder.
Charmy (Prints Charming), my french lop, is HUGE. When Mr. Orpington chased me from his coupe the other day, Charmy made his great escape. He has decided that he is sick of being a chicken. If I had to live with the killer rooster I would want out too.
I have just been letting him have free range of the backyard and now he is hanging out with the cats. This morning he played tag with one for a few minutes. I went to go and video record it because nobody ever believes that I have the most awesomest bunny ever... but by the time I found it and got back he wasn't playing with the cat anymore. He totally does special things just for me... and sometimes Nate.
Charmy can heard chickens and play with cats... now tell me he isn't a talented little (I mean HUGE) bunny!
1 comment:
Your life is so full of excitement! I hope my children are more level headed then yours or I'm in for it!
I'm sure you would stand in front of a bullet for the kids unless of course a Bee or Wasp is holding the gun.
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