You gotta love my kids, really you do. Please. That way I can send them to you. I will give you all of their clothes, and a month’s supply of food. This of course, will set me back and I'll have to mortgage the house to pay for it (the food) but I think it's for the best. Really.
I worked just a little bit later than usual today and then stopped of at the grocery store for some miscellaneous items. I had no sooner walked in the door when both of my children shouted "MOM, THERE IS NOTHING TO EAAAAT!" One of these days I'll be able to post with no caps but that probably won't happen until the kids are out of the house.
It's a tragedy you know. I'm a horrible mom, sure to go to Hell. I keep absolutely NO food in the house people. If you don't count the well-stocked pantry, the refrigerator inside, and out. I quickly pointed out this fact to them and they stated that there was no food any respectable kid could call a snack. With some quick thinking (which we parents are good at), we came up with a couple of passable ideas. They sauntered back into the living room happily, after admonishing me for my terrible taste in food, and my propensity for making them starve. Oh my God people, there is nothing UNHEALTHY in my house.
That of course, is not entirely true. They have just not discovered my stash of Girl Scout Cookies yet, among other things.
One thing I do want to know is why all the kids come to MY house for snacks. I suspect it is because the other parents are able to firmly state, "NO, you can not have any snacks. It is too close to dinner time." Which just goes on to prove that I am a serious marshmallow. I would prefer to think it's because I really don't want to hear the whining, which is used to state that I am an unfit parent who never buys anything remotely palatable for her poor starving children.
So really folks. Love my children. I do, but I am SO willing to share.
Comments
YOU are a GREAT mom!!
The problem at my house is I like the snacks as well as they do.
Well, apparently the snacks like me, too. They "stick" around, if you know what I mean...
Posted by: Christina at February 25, 2005 09:09 AM
Sounds like you were hanging out at my house. I go one step further denying unhealthy snacks...I make them drink milk, DCFS is surely on their way to get me for this kind of abuse.
Posted by: cursingmama at February 25, 2005 11:50 AM
How about a trade. I take your two and you can have mine. My daughter is 6 and my son is 2. Kids never complain when they are in someone else's house. It'll be good for them.
Posted by: Lori at February 25, 2005 11:58 AM
Our entire neighborhood comes to MY house for drinks...I feel ya. And LilZ often STARVES TO DEATH!!! he 's SOOO hungry!
Posted by: Zoot at February 25, 2005 01:08 PM
how horrid! I bet you're like me and force feed them fruit and vegetables too aren't you? I'll see you in Hell.!
Posted by: Suzanne at February 25, 2005 04:12 PM
Make 'em STARVE, or say here have an apple till they get the POINT.
Posted by: Gopher at February 25, 2005 04:28 PM