cranky with a chance of vomit
Written by patty on August 29th, 2008I found these pirate mood rings the other day. Two rings at $3.99 each saved my family from a collective mid-vacation nervous breakdown.
But please don’t buy it as i paint myself as the savior. There’s no doubt I started it. I can sulk with the best of ‘em.
The rings distracted all of us as my older son and I duked it out in a test of wills over whose turn it was to choose thenext store. The more sullen he became, the more I insisted he choose the next shop. We ended up in the Racewalk of Indecision as he stomped up and down the sidewalk with me egging him on. It hardly helped when my husband told us we were both being ridiculous.
Yesterday’s Moment of Parenting (Non) Genius came while dealing with my pre-vomitous youngest, fresh from punching his brother in the nuts. I put him
in a time out and told him he was staying there until he told me why he did it. Not a smart move with the only person I know who’s more stubborn than me, my three unwavering sisters and my Irish father combined.
After checking with him every five minutes for AN HOUR, his story never wavered from a shrug of his shoulders and a tearful “I don’t knooooooow.” I had a feeling he wasn’t quite feeling right so I gave him option b: write his brother a c
ard including three reasons why he loves him, then hug it out.
I may never know why he punched his brother in the nuts. I felt better about giving him an easier way out as the day progressed and it became obvious he had a stomach bug.
When the pirate mood ring reads cranky with a chance of vomit, being right isn’t as important as being kind.
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that last line? my new motto.
ms picket to you’s last blog post: This IS About Politics; or John McCain is Coming For Your Women
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I think that you are going to be a big ass star blogger, woman.
manager mom’s last blog post: I’ll Take Manhattan
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The last line? Truly words to live by. And the rings? So frickin’ cool I wish I had one!
foradifferentkindofgirl (fadkog)’s last blog post: mirrors on the ceiling, pink champagne on ice
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I’m laughing my butt off on that one. I agree with Manager Mom.
Oh and love the pic.
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“Yesterday’s Moment of Parenting (Non) Genius came while dealing with my pre-vomitous youngest, fresh from punching his brother in the nuts.”
That might be my favorite sentence ever. In the history of sentences.
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