Friday the 13th. Everyone enter.

[Kcthepouchh8r]

I'll take this opportunity to humiliate myself. Lol. Last weekend I went drinking with some friends. I had four drinks which is a lot but spread over 4.5 hours and I ate a big dinner, was drinking water in between. I got so drunk that I was vomiting for 12 hours. I was this close to going to urgent care to get an IV for dehydration. Imagine being nearly 33 and having to tell urgent care you got too drunk and you need an IV because of it? Lol. I suck at drinking. Getting old sucks.

[dizzycooks]

Did you really have to go there? I did not need to know it was Friday the 13th. Geez girl!

[momin2013]

I have a story.

The lady at the grocery store offered DS a free balloon on a stick on our way out today (it was the second grocery store stop just to get strawberries because the first store had none).

So we are walking out, I have DS holding my one hand, a container of strawberries in the other, and I tell him to hold the balloon very tightly (it's extremely windy out today). He does hold on tight, except the stick separates and the part with the balloon attached goes flying up in the air as we walk up the door. So I'm frantically dragging him around by the hand, trying the catch the balloon but not wanting to let go of either his hand or the strawberries. Finally I shake off his hand for a second to try to catch it (he is shrieking this whole time) but the damn thing flies up and away. Cue beginning of major meltdown.

I quickly scoop him up saying we're going back to get another one, we're going back to get another one!, to try to stave off the meltdown. Thankfully it works, we go back in, grab another effing balloon, and I head out of the store with him, the balloon, and the strawberries in my arms. He was only happy once he was inside the car with the balloon safely inside with him.

I was laughing once we got back in the car, but I'm sure I looked like a complete idiot.

[Deleted]

Last night, ds looked at me, a wicked smile on his face and said quietly, "I'm going to bust your balls, mommy." Not sure what I just heard, I reply, "whaaat?" Ds: "I AM GOING TO BUST YOUR BALLS, MOMMY." Sigh. No truer words have been spoken lol.

[NandaB]

Pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel on his crotch. Bartender says, "that must hurt!" Pirate says, "arrrrr, it's driving me nuts."

[thecheshirekat]

My mother is driving me insane. She is convinced that I need to take some of the antibiotics that she's stockpiled from Mexico to cure my sore throat and is on my ass to call the ENT specialist my father knows. It's just a virus, crazy lady. It sucks, but I'll live.

[quesyrah]

While I was making dinner recently texted DH "I put too much beef in my quesadilla." Because we're actually 15 year old boys we've been making "that's what she said" jokes about it for weeks now. And it still makes me laugh every time one of us says "too much beef in my quesadilla."

[momin2013]

Nov 13, 2015 15:53:54 GMT -5 quesyrah said:

While I was making dinner recently texted DH "I put too much beef in my quesadilla." Because we're actually 15 year old boys we've been making "that's what she said" jokes about it for weeks now. And it still makes me laugh every time one of us says "too much beef in my quesadilla."

Lol! I am also 15.

This hot dog is too big for my bun.

[cna]

Nov 13, 2015 15:56:55 GMT -5 momin2013 said:

Nov 13, 2015 15:53:54 GMT -5 quesyrah said:

While I was making dinner recently texted DH "I put too much beef in my quesadilla." Because we're actually 15 year old boys we've been making "that's what she said" jokes about it for weeks now. And it still makes me laugh every time one of us says "too much beef in my quesadilla."

Lol! I am also 15.

This hot dog is too big for my bun.

I pull the that's what she said every chance I get. I am also 15.

[expectantsteelerfan]

Nov 13, 2015 13:57:34 GMT -5 momin2013 said:

I have a story.

The lady at the grocery store offered DS a free balloon on a stick on our way out today (it was the second grocery store stop just to get strawberries because the first store had none).

So we are walking out, I have DS holding my one hand, a container of strawberries in the other, and I tell him to hold the balloon very tightly (it's extremely windy out today). He does hold on tight, except the stick separates and the part with the balloon attached goes flying up in the air as we walk up the door. So I'm frantically dragging him around by the hand, trying the catch the balloon but not wanting to let go of either his hand or the strawberries. Finally I shake off his hand for a second to try to catch it (he is shrieking this whole time) but the damn thing flies up and away. Cue beginning of major meltdown.

I quickly scoop him up saying we're going back to get another one, we're going back to get another one!, to try to stave off the meltdown. Thankfully it works, we go back in, grab another effing balloon, and I head out of the store with him, the balloon, and the strawberries in my arms. He was only happy once he was inside the car with the balloon safely inside with him.

I was laughing once we got back in the car, but I'm sure I looked like a complete idiot.

I read a book (I think it was a Liane Moriarty one, or maybe it was Celia's Journey?) that had a scene where a mom was leaving a grocery store with her kids and she had let them pick out a treat from the check out line, and her little 4 year old boy picked skittles, and as they were walking to the car he was trying to open them, and he ripped them and they exploded out of the package, and he stopped to pick them up, and he was hit by a car and killed.  This scene has scarred me for life and I now get anxiety any time I hear any mention of a kid dropping something in a parking lot or anywhere near where cars might be.  My ds once dropped something he brought home from school as we were crossing the road after he got off the bus and I nearly had a heart attack.

[dizzycooks]

Nov 13, 2015 20:08:41 GMT -5 expectantsteelerfan said:

Nov 13, 2015 13:57:34 GMT -5 momin2013 said:

I have a story.

The lady at the grocery store offered DS a free balloon on a stick on our way out today (it was the second grocery store stop just to get strawberries because the first store had none).

So we are walking out, I have DS holding my one hand, a container of strawberries in the other, and I tell him to hold the balloon very tightly (it's extremely windy out today). He does hold on tight, except the stick separates and the part with the balloon attached goes flying up in the air as we walk up the door. So I'm frantically dragging him around by the hand, trying the catch the balloon but not wanting to let go of either his hand or the strawberries. Finally I shake off his hand for a second to try to catch it (he is shrieking this whole time) but the damn thing flies up and away. Cue beginning of major meltdown.

I quickly scoop him up saying we're going back to get another one, we're going back to get another one!, to try to stave off the meltdown. Thankfully it works, we go back in, grab another effing balloon, and I head out of the store with him, the balloon, and the strawberries in my arms. He was only happy once he was inside the car with the balloon safely inside with him.

I was laughing once we got back in the car, but I'm sure I looked like a complete idiot.

I read a book (I think it was a Liane Moriarty one, or maybe it was Celia's Journey?) that had a scene where a mom was leaving a grocery store with her kids and she had let them pick out a treat from the check out line, and her little 4 year old boy picked skittles, and as they were walking to the car he was trying to open them, and he ripped them and they exploded out of the package, and he stopped to pick them up, and he was hit by a car and killed.  This scene has scarred me for life and I now get anxiety any time I hear any mention of a kid dropping something in a parking lot or anywhere near where cars might be.  My ds once dropped something he brought home from school as we were crossing the road after he got off the bus and I nearly had a heart attack.

That's terrible!!!  

[rosesandpetals]

I had a really bad day. DH and I had an argument -- one of the ones that's over nothing but we were both tired and stressed. Then I had to miss DD's meeting where her IFSP is being transferred to an IEP because she is aging out of EI so I could go to PD at work. And who shows up as the presenter? One of the guys who wrote questions for the standardized tests the kids in my state have to take. I have never seen someone be so proud of the steaming pile of shit they produced. You can imagine how that went. Thank god my principal rolled her eyes with the rest of us after he left.

I need some wine. I'm so glad it is the weekend.

[Deleted]

DS is getting a cold, and was rubbing his eyes like crazy. My sister asked him "Did you get something in your eye? They're kinda red." DS: "No they're not, they're blue."

Also, I'm a 12 year old boy too. DD can now fart on demand because I can't help but laugh every time she does it. Every time I change her diaper, she farts on me. MOTY.

[quesyrah]

Nov 13, 2015 22:28:22 GMT -5 @leftie22 said:

DS is getting a cold, and was rubbing his eyes like crazy. My sister asked him "Did you get something in your eye? They're kinda red." DS: "No they're not, they're blue."

Also, I'm a 12 year old boy too. DD can now fart on demand because I can't help but laugh every time she does it. Every time I change her diaper, she farts on me. MOTY.

I would totally crack up at that lol

[rosesandpetals]

Nov 13, 2015 22:28:22 GMT -5 @leftie22 said:

DS is getting a cold, and was rubbing his eyes like crazy. My sister asked him "Did you get something in your eye? They're kinda red." DS: "No they're not, they're blue."

That's adorable. DD has taken to saying, "Oh no, that's fine." while wagging her hand. "DD, do you want a coat?" "Oh no, it's fine." or "DD, do you want some more water?" "Oh no, I fine." She kills me.

[dizzycooks]

Bought something very similar to this for baby today. Things are getting real folks!

[nicolewi]

We had a long, busy day. Just too much stuff and no nap for the 2 year old and barely a nap ALL DAY for the 10 month old. I am soooo shot. And I gave up a grown-up party tonight with wine and friends to spend 2 hours in a bounce place for DD1's friend's b-day party. Plus I had the totally over-tired baby with me. She did great, but man, it just was all kind of tough. I had said I would stop at the grown-up party for 45 minutes or so but it was just.too.much and I couldn't do it. It would have been 40 minutes driving (total) for 25 minutes of being there, plus putting the poor baby back in the car seat yet again for both trips. I hope they aren't mad at me for bailing. DH was working and the middle 2 kids were with Grandma, but I had told her I'd take the baby with me b/c she can be tough for sitters.

Tomorrow morning we have flu shots, and they are OUT OF FLU MIST. My kids are going to FREAK OUT. I haven't told them. I have doubts about whether the 2 year old will allow herself to be inoculated.

Anyway, it all kind of pales in comparison to the Paris attacks. I'm so worried about the world for my kids. And all of us.

On a lighter note, I am going to have a snack. And maybe watch some totally mindless TV. And go to bed.

[jnksmom]

It was a crazy day at school today. We have so many teachers out and not enough subs so we had to split classes. I had 6 extra students today. Then I had a student puke twice but no one could get in touch with mom to pick him up. Another student spit at and scratched an older student in the cafeteria. It was just crazy today.
It is H's birthday which sucks. He has the kids and it's just hard...I don't even want to think about the holidays.

On a more positive note...I hung out with my aunt and her partner tonight which was a lot of fun! I needed it after today and it helped get through the night.

[cna]

I totally forgot to tell you guys. We went out to dinner the other night and our waitress looked a whole lot like Kathy Bates. It was freaky.

[momin2013]

Nov 13, 2015 20:08:41 GMT -5 expectantsteelerfan said:

Nov 13, 2015 13:57:34 GMT -5 momin2013 said:

I have a story.

The lady at the grocery store offered DS a free balloon on a stick on our way out today (it was the second grocery store stop just to get strawberries because the first store had none).

So we are walking out, I have DS holding my one hand, a container of strawberries in the other, and I tell him to hold the balloon very tightly (it's extremely windy out today). He does hold on tight, except the stick separates and the part with the balloon attached goes flying up in the air as we walk up the door. So I'm frantically dragging him around by the hand, trying the catch the balloon but not wanting to let go of either his hand or the strawberries. Finally I shake off his hand for a second to try to catch it (he is shrieking this whole time) but the damn thing flies up and away. Cue beginning of major meltdown.

I quickly scoop him up saying we're going back to get another one, we're going back to get another one!, to try to stave off the meltdown. Thankfully it works, we go back in, grab another effing balloon, and I head out of the store with him, the balloon, and the strawberries in my arms. He was only happy once he was inside the car with the balloon safely inside with him.

I was laughing once we got back in the car, but I'm sure I looked like a complete idiot.

I read a book (I think it was a Liane Moriarty one, or maybe it was Celia's Journey?) that had a scene where a mom was leaving a grocery store with her kids and she had let them pick out a treat from the check out line, and her little 4 year old boy picked skittles, and as they were walking to the car he was trying to open them, and he ripped them and they exploded out of the package, and he stopped to pick them up, and he was hit by a car and killed.  This scene has scarred me for life and I now get anxiety any time I hear any mention of a kid dropping something in a parking lot or anywhere near where cars might be.  My ds once dropped something he brought home from school as we were crossing the road after he got off the bus and I nearly had a heart attack.

Man, that's horrible.

I'll tell you that a) this happened in this large area right outside of the store, probably 50 feet or so away from where the cars go and b) I was totally aware of where DS was the whole time because from the moment I let go of his hand I was also corraling him with my body (somehow). I think I grabbed at it for about 5 or 6 seconds, and the second the balloon turned toward the road where I knew I couldn't corrall him anymore was when I scooped him up to go back to get another one.

I did think about it more afterwards, though, and of course visualized something like that happening because I am a totally paranoid person.