tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post7088203055234250081..comments2023-10-25T04:56:32.032-05:00Comments on Channeling Erma: (Not So) Deep ThoughtsJudy Merrill Larsenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06675069484490433295noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-16337808117924950882008-07-21T01:55:00.000-05:002008-07-21T01:55:00.000-05:00Even I was wondering where have I left that devili...Even I was wondering where have I left that devilish streak to be replaced by a prim and propah lady.Children point out to some of the mom's shown on T.v serials saying I am behaving like one of them just when I would wonder could any mom be like that? Hey I got to change pretty soon.<BR/><BR/>Check my blogs where I have written my thoughts on parenting and you are welcome to post your comments.Culture wise our upbringing does vary a lot. I might get a different perspective from you guys.Just click on http://www.ponderingparent.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-3525043906525915732008-07-17T09:40:00.000-05:002008-07-17T09:40:00.000-05:00Oh I know that gal well. the Inner Bitch Mom? I ch...Oh I know that gal well. the Inner Bitch Mom? I channel her. Early and often ;-)Jenny Gardinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11958016422431736544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-4619979013065748852008-07-17T09:08:00.000-05:002008-07-17T09:08:00.000-05:00Well, not only is the inner madcap mom nowhere to ...Well, not only is the inner madcap mom nowhere to be found, the inner bitch mom is alive and well and OUT!! Just ask the kid I just yapped at.Judy Merrill Larsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06675069484490433295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-37218748275907738362008-07-17T09:04:00.000-05:002008-07-17T09:04:00.000-05:00honey when you find that inner madcap, let me know...honey when you find that inner madcap, let me know where it is because I'm searching too. Honestly, the vampires is what I call my kids. I'll get up (for the 2nd time of the night) at 2:30 a.m. and the lights are still on all over the house. There are still several kids (from who knows where) in the basement watching movies and playing pool. Hell, the other night my 14-y/o was up at 2:30. I asked her why and she said she was unpacking her favorite brand new white delicate shirt from a weekend at the lake with friends and her friend got jimmies on it (the colored ones from ice cream cones) and of course with wet laundry the jimmies bled, and so of course you know how it must've looked. So she decides---even though she's never even opened a bottle of bleach in her life--=that she's going to bleach her shirt. Nothing like the vision of spilled and spattered bleach all over your mountains of laundry at 2:30 in the morning to wake one up...Jenny Gardinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11958016422431736544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-32171769553100823292008-07-16T14:43:00.000-05:002008-07-16T14:43:00.000-05:00Oh, Kalynne, that's too funny.Melanie, so glad it'...Oh, Kalynne, that's too funny.<BR/><BR/>Melanie, so glad it's not just me. And yes, come fall, I'll be lamenting the lazy days of summer, too.Judy Merrill Larsenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06675069484490433295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-60538524032319684092008-07-16T12:09:00.000-05:002008-07-16T12:09:00.000-05:00You are not cranky. You're my twin sister.I love ...You are not cranky. You're my twin sister.<BR/><BR/>I love my kids, and too soon my older one will be moving into his first apartment, prior to the start of his sophomore year at college. But....<BR/><BR/>I'm tired of no schedules; of not knowing who's going to be home for dinner, of not knowing if, when I get in the car, there will be even a fume of gas left in it because apparently, everybody's definition of "a little gas left" is different than mine; of being sucked into the whole atmosphere of summer vacation every single night. I love spending time with my family but honestly, I could use less staying up 'til midnight watching DVD's and popping pop corn, and more going to bed at a sensible hour so that I can actually get some work done the next day. <BR/><BR/>Of course, I realize that in two and a half weeks, when my son has moved out again, I will be beating my breast and mourning how fast the summer passed. <BR/><BR/>Inconsistency, thy name is mother!Melanie Lynne Hauserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11055821002829238757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5628214629452937965.post-68803184940924029652008-07-16T10:35:00.000-05:002008-07-16T10:35:00.000-05:00I tried to go a whole day not speaking to my teens...I tried to go a whole day not speaking to my teens, but communicating entirely through text messages. I was trying to make a point. They never even noticed.Kalynne Pudnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04804224012895512550noreply@blogger.com