Oldies but Goodies...

I used to blog on a different site and figured I'd share some of the better stories over here. So, without furter adieu..

Proud Parenting Moment
Sunday, January 15, 2006

So tonight my parents watched the girls while Big T and I took Tagger & his best friend to the hockey game. Tagger spent the night with him after the game & we went to pick up the girls.

On the way home, out of the clear blue, Lucky (3 1/2) says, "I am NOT a b!tch." I look over at Big T to confirm what I just heard and he is having convulsions from laughing so hard, while not making a sound. I said, "Lucky, what did you say??" To which she replied, "I do not wear b!tch clothes!"

So yes, I called my mother at 11:50pm to find out WHAT she was teaching my child. (Un)Fortunately, I know she didn't really hear it there, but I have no clue where she got it! The only thing I can equate it to would be Big T's stinking rap music that he listens to everytime he's in the car with the girls. He likes to see them dance in the carseats.. and they dance to anything with a beat.

I swear, if she starts using terms like "b!tches and hos" on a regular basis, I'm permanently removimg the stereo from his car.

Parental Fail

Boy, I was on a productive roll today! Got the kids to school on time (yes, this is progress), ran some errands, grabbed lunch for me and Bacon, got to school with just enough time to get to the end of the hall and wait for her. I was so looking forward to seeing her big, excited smile when she rounded that corner and saw that McDonalds bag (and me, of course)!

And so I waited... and waited...

Several minutes past the time her class usually arrives for lunch, a 1st grade class made their way to the cafeteria. The teacher looked inside and noted out loud, "oh, the 2nd grade isn't here." I replied, "oh, they aren't here yet." And she said, "NO, they aren't HERE. They are on a field trip."

And then I remembered. They WERE on a field trip. A field trip that I was signed up to be a chaperone for.

This parenting stuff is really hard on the brain.

Welcome to Townsend Follies

I've recently come to realize that my life has begun to look like an extended showing of America's Funniest Videos. With 4 kids, ranging from 3yrs to 12yrs old, and a husband who is constantly making me laugh/cringe, life in the Townsend house is almost always chaotic, but entertaining.

Right now, I'm sitting downstairs on the couch listening to all 4 kids and the dog "clean their rooms." I should probably go check out the odd noises I'm hearing, but I can't seem to convince myself that actually walking up the stairs and turning into Drill Sargeant Mom is a good idea. It's fairly quiet down here. No one is following me to the bathroom. I haven't wiped anyone's snot with my bare hands. I may actuallly get the kitchen clean without having any additional messes made.

My good friend writes a series of articles for her local paper and runs a website devoted to coupling and other womanly things. She's asked me to contribute in the Home Organization section. Apparently having 4 children and a home makes me qualified. My tips aren't rocket science (they pretty much center around 2 items - plastic baskets of all sizes and ziplock baggies), but I'll be testing my articles out here before sending them on to her.

And...that was a bang I probably shouldn't ignore. It wasn't followed by any screaming, but it sounded like they were going to come through the roof. Better get up there...