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Showing posts with label parenting Northern Ireland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting Northern Ireland. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

A Poem

I've personally uttered every single one...
And no, I'm not saying that's a good thing!
Enjoy.



A MOM’S LIFE 
by 
Delia Ephron 

Take it downstairs when you go
Don’t leave it there, take it upstairs.
Is that yours?
Don’t hit your brother.
I’m talking to you.
Just a minute, please, can’t you see I’m talking?
I said, don’t interrupt.
Did you brush your teeth?
What are you doing out of bed?
Go back to bed.
You can’t watch in the afternoon.
What do you mean, there’s nothing to do?
Go outside.
Read a book.
Turn it down.

Get off the phone.
What did you do with Mommy’s phone?
Tell your friend you’ll call her back.  Right now!
Take a jacket.
Take a sweater.
Take one anyway.
Someone left his shoes in front of the TV
Get the toys out of the hall.  Get the toys out of the bathtub.  Get the toys off the stairs.
Do you realize that could kill someone?
Hurry up.
Hurry up.  Everyone’s waiting.
I’ll count to ten and then we’re going without you.

Did you go the bathroom?
If you don’t go, you’re not going.
Why didn’t you go before you left?
Can you hold it?
What’s going on back there?
Stop it.
I don’t want to hear about it.
Stop it, or I’m taking you home right now.
That’s it.  We’re going home
Give me a kiss.
I need a hug.
Make your bed.
Clean up your room.
Set the table.
I need you to set the table.
Don’t tell me it’s not your turn.
Please move your chair in to the table.
Move your glass, it’s too close to the edge.
Sit up.
Just try a little.  You don’t have to eat the whole thing.
Stop playing and eat.
I’m not giving you mushrooms.  I’ve taken all the mushrooms out.  See?
Would you watch what you’re doing.
More what?
More, please.  That’s better.
How many times have a told you, don’t do that.
Don’t argue with me.  I’m not discussing this anymore.
Do you want a  time out?
Go to your room.
No, ten minutes are not up.
One more minute.
Where did the cookies go?
Eat the old fruit before you eat the new fruit.
Is your homework done?
Stop texting while I’m talking.
Stop texting while you eat.
Give me your phone.
Stop yelling.  If you want to ask me something, come here.
STOP YELLING.  IF YOU WANT TO ASK ME SOMETHING, COME HERE.
I’ll think about it.
Not now.
Ask your father.
We’ll see.
Don’t sit so close to the television, it’s bad for your eyes.
No more video games.
Until I say so.
Calm down.
Calm down and start over.
Is that the truth?
Fasten your seat belt.
Did everyone fasten their seat belts?
I’m sorry that’s the rule.  I’m sorry that’s the rule.  I’m sorry that’s the rule.
Copyright: Funny Sauce, essays about Family Life, by Delia Ephron

Friday, 24 January 2014

My Kinda Pet

After Arthur's tragic demise last year, there have been rumblings about getting another dog and I'm not going to lie to you, I've mixed feelings about the whole thing.

 That is to say that I could really take it or leave it....with a preference for leaving it.
 That's NOT to say that having Arthur for his short little life wasn't a (mostly) positive experience. Just that if it were up to me, the whole pet box thing would have been well and truly ticked, and I'd be A-OK to move on from that particular chapter. (Mixing my metaphors again, I know!) 

Call me easily pleased, but the truth is, pet wise, I'd be happy with a gold fish... or better yet, this little hex bug goldfish that Rory got as part if his birthday present this week.  I mean look at him- isn't he a cutie? So life like but with the added bonus of no smelly fish food to buy AND his water never needs changing. He even thoughtfully stops swimming after five minutes so as to save on batteries. I mean what's not to like?
 
 This is my kinda pet, peeps- gimme maintenance this low every time. And yet I fear, I'm on my own with this one. Despite initial enthusiasm, Rory's already losing interest and more worryingly still, I discovered Loverboy on the pet section of Gumtree again late last night...and let's just say that he wasn't looking at aquariums.

Yes, the writings on the wall and  it's only a matter of time before another furry four legged friend joins our clan, so the best I can hope for  is one of the non shedding, medium size variety. (Apparently the wee ones aren't even dogs at all, which I'm pretty sure is canine discrimination.) 

Your thoughts and ideas on this matter would certainly be welcome .....in a lukewarm sort of way. 
Happy Friday lovelies x