--wake up at 6:30 to the sound of an eager 5th grade band member practicing drums,
--but are easily distracted when you discover the dog has pooped in the living room.
--hear protests when you ask one of the kids to clean up the mess. Yes, protests from the one who begged for the dog in the first place.
--but are easily distracted when you discover the dog has pooped in the living room.
--hear protests when you ask one of the kids to clean up the mess. Yes, protests from the one who begged for the dog in the first place.
--curse the day you ever got damn incontinent dog.
--but are distracted with more protests from the kitchen when the kids realize you're out of milk. AGAIN.
--and louder protests when you say, "let them eat cake."
--and louder protests when you say, "let them eat cake."
--and more when you have the kids rummage through the hamper for dirty socks. Protests from the little people you have to fight to get in the shower.
--and then drive ungrateful, smelly sock kids the two blocks to school because everyone is late, only to return home and discover one ungrateful, forgetful child has left the lunchbox on the car seat.
--return home from your second trip to school only to receive a call five minutes later asking you to bring the white shirt for the band dress rehearsal.
--curse the day your son joined the damned band. AGAIN.
--return home from your third trip to school only to receive another call requesting the absence excuse lying on the kitchen counter. Ungrateful, sickly child.
--lose count of which trip you are now on and return home only to spot the house league baseball form on the counter and notice it is way past due.
--realize you must call the coach and beg for your son to be on the one of the teams which have already formed. AGAIN.
--curse the day your ungrateful, athletic son ever became interested in baseball and wonder why he doesn't just stick to music.
--and then drive ungrateful, smelly sock kids the two blocks to school because everyone is late, only to return home and discover one ungrateful, forgetful child has left the lunchbox on the car seat.
--return home from your second trip to school only to receive a call five minutes later asking you to bring the white shirt for the band dress rehearsal.
--curse the day your son joined the damned band. AGAIN.
--return home from your third trip to school only to receive another call requesting the absence excuse lying on the kitchen counter. Ungrateful, sickly child.
--lose count of which trip you are now on and return home only to spot the house league baseball form on the counter and notice it is way past due.
--realize you must call the coach and beg for your son to be on the one of the teams which have already formed. AGAIN.
--curse the day your ungrateful, athletic son ever became interested in baseball and wonder why he doesn't just stick to music.
--go to make coffee, wonderful coffee, finally, and realize you're out of it. AGAIN.
--And all you want to do at this moment is gather all your friends around and have one big, long group hug.
--And all you want to do at this moment is gather all your friends around and have one big, long group hug.
Yep. I have a lot of days like that. How about you?
posted at Humor-Blogs
25 comments:
Well, certainly the running out of coffee thing. Also, I think I say 'let them eat cake' several times a day, but generally in reference to homeless people. But does it all make me want to attend a big, gay beach orgy? I'll have to think about that.
very funny. i can't be sure if you really experienced it, but your narration is top-rated.
I've often wondered what kind of parents let their kids play drums.
re-Sean's comments... Let me guess, you're brother gave you kids drums, right? I'll forgo that group hug
No thank goodness....
How do you survive?
Oh right, beer, coffee, blogs,....
-hugs-
be willing to bet eating cake is how your rug got soiled in the first place
I want to join YOUR fantasy but I would feel a bit better if the guys weren't hugging each other and you did notice one guy seems to be....well...
Oh never mind.
Great post!
Oh, yes yes yes. That's what a call a "Doozy Day." I have at least one of those a week. My most recent doozy day happened last Friday when I quickly made online reservations for Spring Break in the wrong city.
That photo definitely made my day a little better so thank you. :)
A nice relaxing day. Hell!
Well, nothing like a happy ENDING to your post...bwaahaaaaaa...........
Yep. Everything exactly as you described it has happened to me too.
Except for the wanting to hug naked guys thing. Girls for sure, but definitely not guys.
I use to have days like that, now I just let the kids raise themselves and keep bail money in my sock drawer. My stress level has gone down considerably since I just let them run a muck.
Eeeeks! A saugage fest!
Well I hope you have fun with your new friends Meg, you deserve it after that day. Ill stop by when everyone puts there clothes back on , K?
Sounds like a brief synopsis of my life, actually. Incontinent dog included.
How did you get all of my male facebook friends in one picture? (Seriously, I have two theoretically straight guy friends on facebook, and even those two are questionable... What's up with that?)
Days like that? Never. I give up far sooner than you do and go back to bed. Or put my headphones on at work and crank the music up. Either way, people stay away.
Well,not so much the naked hugging thing because some of my friends are not so attractive:)
But, yes, you did have a bad day.
Oh my gosh I just laughed SO hard. You are hilarious! I love your friends. Mine never pose naked for me like that : ). They don't look quite like that either.... not quite. : )
My bosss loved seeing all those naked butts as he passed my desk. Cant thank you enough
I was right with you up until I hit the photo, at which point I abruptly went blind.
I think I have ass envy.
Naked men!!!!! Sorry, I'm shallow like that ;-) xx
And when I get done with all that? I discover that no one has cleaned up the dog poop in the living room. Cursed incontinent dog!
Could be worse, could be the kid pooping on the floor and the dog playing the drums. Then I'd know it was time for stronger meds!
DO you have a lot of friends who start in gay orgy porn?
Great. I told my husband I was reading blogs. Now he thinks I'm porn surfing! Now there could be retaliatory porn surfing just for this. Ha ha, little does he know I installed safe surfing software on his computer. LOL.
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