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The Wicked Witch

I had watched Bill Cosby: Himself lately and found it to be hilarious. I would scream in laughter sometimes because his kids sounded just like mine. He called them "brain damaged people". I have often wondered if all of my children's marbles are there. I have to tell them the most obvious things all the time. Things like- wash your body or you will stink, brush all of the teeth in your mouth or you will get cavities, eat your food or you will be hungry, don't be loud or the baby will wake up, dry yourself off with a towel when you get out of the bathtub, put your clothes on or you will be cold, put away your Nintendo games or they will get scratched and unusable (that's a big one), etc. The list goes on and on. With school it gets a little more frustrating. I often have to tell them to put their books away or they will be wasting time looking for them the next day. They will also have to hear the angry shrieks of their mother in their ears while they look for them as well. Case in point- Bashful and Grumpy had both lost a book they needed for the day. I was doing my usual yelling at them for not being responsible. My yelling is not a sweet, cream-filled princess voice. It's ground up from the bowels of my stomach and comes out sounding like a wicked witch. Well, the wicked witch was yelling at them to find their books and stop scratching their games and then turned to sweet talk the baby sitting on her lap. At the immediate change in my voice, Grumpy jerked his head up. I'm not quite sure what he was thinking, but I have a good idea. He will probably talk about how his mother has "issues" for the rest of his life.

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striving... said…
I had an episode like that just yesterday. hee, hee. It happens to the best of us.
January 12, 2008 at 7:39 PM
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