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We have lived in our new house about 2 weeks now...in one day, my kids have embarrassed me about 2 years worth in one 20 minute conversation with 2 of our new neighbors...here is what they said...in list format...least embarrassing to most embarrassing:
1) While talking to the neighbor, Sedric decided to be funny and break out his "potty" humor. He started laughing when the neighbor asked him what he was thinking about, he responded, more quickly than I could remind him of his manners, "I want to poop on your fence." SPEECHLESS.
2) While talking to the neighbor who is holding her tiny infant baby girl, Rafe asks the neighbor in a very matter of fact kind of way, "I want to see her baby boobs." SPEECHLESS.
3) Peniel see's the neighbor out in her yard, she starts waving at her. The neighbor waves back and smiles. Peniel marches over to the fence and yells in all her first born glory, "Hey! Your yard is a mess! You should clean it!" SPEECHLESS.
4) While talking to the neighbor with the infant, Peniel declares, "Babies are so cute! I'M definitely gonna have a baby when I am 17!" SPEECHLESS.
And lastly, the most embarrassing interaction in this 20 minute embarrassment gauntlet:
5) While I was introducing myself and my kids to another neighbor we just met 5 minutes prior, Peniel chimes into the conversation with this little gem of a comment, "yeah, my mom doesn't like it when we disobey, she takes our toys away from us, and our dessert, AND tells us we have to sleep in the garage!" SPEECHLESS.
Just for the record, my kids have never slept in the garage or been threatened with sleeping in the garage...she pulled that out of left field, I think she enjoys shocking people with outlandish faulsehoods, anyways...the look on the neighbor's face seemed to say, "there goes the neighborhood." I am now afraid to meet any of the other neighbors for fear of complete social ruin...I have a feeling we might be becoming "that family" in the neighborhood that everyone talks about with raised eyebrows...thanks kids. Thanks a lot. I can just hear the whispers now...did you hear those kids in that white house the other day? Are they raising wild animals in there? Do thy ever stop fighting? She needs to close her windows when they are screaming, the noise is bothering my designer dog."
Coincidentally, I have not seen nor spoken to either of our new neighbors since the 20 minute embarrassment gauntlet...I am telling myself it's all a coincidence and has nothing to do with the shocking behavior from my kids...I wonder if I will ever see them again?
My kids do yell a lot. They do fight a lot. They run around a lot making all sorts of noise that makes you wish you were deft...some days you would never know that I do teach my kids good manners, but I do...scouts honor! They have minds of their own however and sometimes say what ever pops
into their minds more quickly than I can install their manners! Kids.
Parenting. Never dull. Never predictable. NEVER.
The issue I have is that I am cruelly outnumbered 4 to 1 and they know it...they get away with more than I care to confess to, but it's true. Some days I am just too tired to catch everything...some days I have a short fuse and talk a little louder and harsher than I should, some days, everyone naps and I feel like a new person...but lately, that is only a very few "some days"...some days it really bothers me that nothing goes the way I want and none of my laundry gets done or we have to eat cereal for dinner again because I didn't make it to the store... some days, I cry about it... but that's when I tell myself it's ok because I love them, they love me, a little extra cereal eating never hurt anyone, and I am doing my best. Some days, eating cereal for dinner is my best. Some days, not getting the laundry done is my best...Some days, making it through the day without strangling my children is my best. I am constantly having to remind myself that I don't need to be concerned with someone else's definition of a successful day...some days, I have to remind myself a lot. I am just thankful that even tho I have a lot of "some days" I still deeply love my kids every day.
Please, No Mo Fleas!
There is nothing like sitting on the couch, drinking a soda, watching LOVE IT OR LIST IT while your kids sleep in their beds and your dog sleeps at your feet. There is also nothing like reaching down to pat your dog while sitting on the couch, drinking a soda, while watching LOVE IT OR LIST IT only to realize she is infested with fleas! I am not using the word "INFESTED" lightly...I am being very literal. Here is how the last few days has played out for me...
I am enjoying a little down time while my 4 kids are all napping...BLISS. I got my soda, my M&M's, my feet are up, LOVE IT OR LIST IT is all I can see, and my sweet dog, Gidget is restlessly sleeping at my feet. I was starting to get frustrated with her. She was making a lot of noise and kept getting up and slamming back down to the floor making the couch shake...I nearly spilled my soda mid drink multiple times...I don't like the thought of cleaning up a spill when I am off duty, so I yell at the dog. She looks at me, panting. I tell her to be quiet because I can't hear what the designers are saying. She plops back down, shaking the couch again. I almost spill again. I look at her. She looks back at me panting. I purse my lips and wrinkle my brow as I stare at her...something was off. She looked miserable. Is she sick? Did she eat something in the yard? Is it old age? I sigh, and then smile at her...I tell her she is a good girl. She looks at me, panting. I reach down to scratch her tummy as she is laying on the floor...that's when I saw the problem. A LEGION OF FLEAS. EVERYWHERE. Feasting on my poor old dog who has a very pronounced under bite making it impossible for her to bite them away. Never in my life as a dog owner have I ever had to deal with fleas! This was a first, so as "firsts" go, I over-reacted. I swore. I almost spilled my drink as I did a Ninja roll off the couch to get a better look. I combed my hands through her hair against the grain to see what was lurking in her undercoat. I counted 10 fleas right off. I swore. I squinted. I made a "I'm disgusted" face. I swore again. My mind went to the extreme, all I could think of was shaving the dog...I got up and ran into the garage frantically looking for the buzzers (the ones I use to cut my husbands hair...shhhh, don't tell him). I found them quickly and raced back to my panting dog, threw her over on to her back and began shaving her stomach...she loved it. She laid there, spread eagle as I shaved off mounds of flea infested hair. She started breathing easier with each pass of the buzzers...I did a very proficient buzz job...OK, I'm lying, it was a hack job. My hands were shaking, I was sweating, I didn't know what I was doing, so I just kept shaving randomly...I couldn't quite get it even, she looked lopsided, so I just kept shaving...POOR GIG. About halfway through the frantic shave job, my kids were all up from their naps. The baby woke up first. Flea hair was stuck to my skin as I raced up the stairs, taking two at a time to bring the baby down to watch the freak show. I put her in her bouncy seat. She was giggling and laughing and kicking her legs wildly as she watched me roll the dog around on the floor like a joint trying to find the next place to shave. Sedric and Rafe were up next and instantly began a play by play commentary every time Gidget would scratch at a flea. They started using their "bad words" to scold the fleas. Calling them poopy heads, stupid heads, stinky bottoms...they did it with such sincere concern for the dog I decided to pretend I didn't hear their toddler cursing. Finally, Peniel was up. She came down sleepy eyed dragging her feet...she plopped down next to me sending flea hair up into my face, I yell at her to be more careful...that's when she finally woke up and saw what was going on. She assessed the mess she sat down in and made the same "I'm disgusted" face I had made 20 minutes earlier. I told her what was going on...she did a high pitch sympathy, "OH GIG!!" and patted her head...and almost in the same breath asked me, "so if she dies from this, can we get a cat?" SPEECHLESS...Not shocked (Peniel desperately wants a cat), just speechless. Poor Gig indeed! Long story short, I buzzed off about 50 fleas and a lot of hair that didn't need to be cut...and she was still getting bit...after a round of Advantix, a professional exterminator over to the house to flea bomb, we are now penniless...and flea free...I HOPE.
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I am enjoying a little down time while my 4 kids are all napping...BLISS. I got my soda, my M&M's, my feet are up, LOVE IT OR LIST IT is all I can see, and my sweet dog, Gidget is restlessly sleeping at my feet. I was starting to get frustrated with her. She was making a lot of noise and kept getting up and slamming back down to the floor making the couch shake...I nearly spilled my soda mid drink multiple times...I don't like the thought of cleaning up a spill when I am off duty, so I yell at the dog. She looks at me, panting. I tell her to be quiet because I can't hear what the designers are saying. She plops back down, shaking the couch again. I almost spill again. I look at her. She looks back at me panting. I purse my lips and wrinkle my brow as I stare at her...something was off. She looked miserable. Is she sick? Did she eat something in the yard? Is it old age? I sigh, and then smile at her...I tell her she is a good girl. She looks at me, panting. I reach down to scratch her tummy as she is laying on the floor...that's when I saw the problem. A LEGION OF FLEAS. EVERYWHERE. Feasting on my poor old dog who has a very pronounced under bite making it impossible for her to bite them away. Never in my life as a dog owner have I ever had to deal with fleas! This was a first, so as "firsts" go, I over-reacted. I swore. I almost spilled my drink as I did a Ninja roll off the couch to get a better look. I combed my hands through her hair against the grain to see what was lurking in her undercoat. I counted 10 fleas right off. I swore. I squinted. I made a "I'm disgusted" face. I swore again. My mind went to the extreme, all I could think of was shaving the dog...I got up and ran into the garage frantically looking for the buzzers (the ones I use to cut my husbands hair...shhhh, don't tell him). I found them quickly and raced back to my panting dog, threw her over on to her back and began shaving her stomach...she loved it. She laid there, spread eagle as I shaved off mounds of flea infested hair. She started breathing easier with each pass of the buzzers...I did a very proficient buzz job...OK, I'm lying, it was a hack job. My hands were shaking, I was sweating, I didn't know what I was doing, so I just kept shaving randomly...I couldn't quite get it even, she looked lopsided, so I just kept shaving...POOR GIG. About halfway through the frantic shave job, my kids were all up from their naps. The baby woke up first. Flea hair was stuck to my skin as I raced up the stairs, taking two at a time to bring the baby down to watch the freak show. I put her in her bouncy seat. She was giggling and laughing and kicking her legs wildly as she watched me roll the dog around on the floor like a joint trying to find the next place to shave. Sedric and Rafe were up next and instantly began a play by play commentary every time Gidget would scratch at a flea. They started using their "bad words" to scold the fleas. Calling them poopy heads, stupid heads, stinky bottoms...they did it with such sincere concern for the dog I decided to pretend I didn't hear their toddler cursing. Finally, Peniel was up. She came down sleepy eyed dragging her feet...she plopped down next to me sending flea hair up into my face, I yell at her to be more careful...that's when she finally woke up and saw what was going on. She assessed the mess she sat down in and made the same "I'm disgusted" face I had made 20 minutes earlier. I told her what was going on...she did a high pitch sympathy, "OH GIG!!" and patted her head...and almost in the same breath asked me, "so if she dies from this, can we get a cat?" SPEECHLESS...Not shocked (Peniel desperately wants a cat), just speechless. Poor Gig indeed! Long story short, I buzzed off about 50 fleas and a lot of hair that didn't need to be cut...and she was still getting bit...after a round of Advantix, a professional exterminator over to the house to flea bomb, we are now penniless...and flea free...I HOPE.
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