Toledo?
Well, it was bound to happen...I lost my mind this morning.Was just a matter of time. A matter of two long months of extreme mental anguish, stress, lack of sleep, screaming children 24/7, premenopause, and Lar buying vanilla frosting instead of dark chocolate -- LIKE I EXPRESSLY WROTE ON THE SONOFABITCHING SHOPPING LIST!
One cannot put vanilla frosting on a white cake. Should never be done, not ever.
One cannot expect a human being to gracefully endure all that I have lately without some sort of repercussions. I am not a robot, despite my stolid exterior. I have tried to hold it together, truly I have. But my God, VANILLA FROSTING???
I believe with all my heart that Lar deserved to be threatened with a cup of Kid's Kitchen Macaroni & Cheese.
Yes, you read that correctly -- I raised the cup of Kid's Kitchen Macaroni & Cheese and threatened to smash it on his head.
I also screamed at the top of my lungs and hurled toilet paper about the kitchen.
Then I shrieked the following:
WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THE KIDS AND GO TO TOLEDO!
I admit, that was shameful.
I hang my head in shame.
posted by Ms. Lori @ 10:06 AM
7 Comments:
I'm not sure why Toledo. But the basic idea seems sound. Maybe just take the kids and go elsewhere? Anywhere?
Why do you have toilet paper in the kitchen? Or do I just not want to know?
Just a word of encouragement Toledo.
None of us goes into parenting with any experience. If we really knew what we were in for, a lot less of us would have done it.
Still, most of us manage not to kill the little tykes, and after a very short time (about twenty-five years) we are extremely glad that we did it (usually).
What is it about a shopping list that turns some men into illiterate dolts?
Carol, see my new post! HA! No kids, man.
Rabbitch, I was putting away groceries. Ay carumba!
Anthropositor, I appreciate that. Thanks. Actually, I'm pretty damned happy with my brood -- well, except when I'm not. ;-)
Kirby, lists require reading. 'Nuff said.
Toledo, Ohio, or the one in Spain (or some other decadent European country)?
Now, about the white-on-white thing. Here's my thinking: it's frosting, it's cake. Now I admit I am not an expert in the field of aesthetics, but if I'm getting tasty sugary treats, color is irrelevant (or is that immaterial?). I may be a friggin' Philistine, but I pretty much feel the same about car color, and, to some extent (god help me) clothing.
So glad you are feeling better dear. A droll sense of humor is such a help with family life.
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