"Mom! Mom! Where are you?!?"
Here's the answer on where I am when the question is asked:
5% of the time: downstairs putting in a load of laundry
5% of the time: trying to put Kiki to sleep
10% of the time: right in front of you
80% of the time: in the bathroom.
Why is it that when I'm 100% available neither one of these girls gives a rip about me, yet the second I have to empty my bladder and my pants are around my ankles, panic sets in about my whereabouts? Then, despite Kate's hollering the question, she's actually not even listening for the answer. She just keeps on screaming, never hearing my repeated reply, "I'M IN THE BATHROOM!" and working herself into a frenzy thinking I've completely abandoned her. Today, she shouted out these hated words, and I replied back that I was putting in laundry, which of course she didn't hear, and as I walked up the stairs I heard her racing through the kitchen and looking out the back door for me. What kind of mother does she think I am? Although slipping quietly out the back door has certainly been a temptation at times, and I admit I've threatened on several occasions: "Get your shoes on immediately or I am leaving you here and I am going to the store," but does she honestly believe that given the intersection of a need to flee and the right opportunity that I am out of here?
Kiki's not exempt from this behavior. Although she lacks the vocabulary to fully phrase this hated query, she has a substitute for the verbally challenged toddler. She merely repeats, "Ma! Ma! Ma!" and I say, "What? What? What?" until she finds me. It's echo-location really, more like a bat or a dolphin but just as excruciating for me.
Here's the answer on where I am when the question is asked:
5% of the time: downstairs putting in a load of laundry
5% of the time: trying to put Kiki to sleep
10% of the time: right in front of you
80% of the time: in the bathroom.
Why is it that when I'm 100% available neither one of these girls gives a rip about me, yet the second I have to empty my bladder and my pants are around my ankles, panic sets in about my whereabouts? Then, despite Kate's hollering the question, she's actually not even listening for the answer. She just keeps on screaming, never hearing my repeated reply, "I'M IN THE BATHROOM!" and working herself into a frenzy thinking I've completely abandoned her. Today, she shouted out these hated words, and I replied back that I was putting in laundry, which of course she didn't hear, and as I walked up the stairs I heard her racing through the kitchen and looking out the back door for me. What kind of mother does she think I am? Although slipping quietly out the back door has certainly been a temptation at times, and I admit I've threatened on several occasions: "Get your shoes on immediately or I am leaving you here and I am going to the store," but does she honestly believe that given the intersection of a need to flee and the right opportunity that I am out of here?
Kiki's not exempt from this behavior. Although she lacks the vocabulary to fully phrase this hated query, she has a substitute for the verbally challenged toddler. She merely repeats, "Ma! Ma! Ma!" and I say, "What? What? What?" until she finds me. It's echo-location really, more like a bat or a dolphin but just as excruciating for me.
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We've been car shopping. It's a complicated process, and we've enlisted the help of a car dealer neighbor. He brought by a Toyota Sienna last night. It was nice, but I'm not really in the market for a minivan. It's a psychological leap I can't seem to make. At any rate, Kate was a fan. She said, "On the outside it looks like a car, but inside it's ALL SEATS!!"
7 comments:
Ohhhhhhhhhh I totally feel your pain!!!! I recall blogging on that a while back!! It is soooo true they want nothing from you when you are able to do anything and everything for them, but the minute you start something, anything it is an emergency and they need you!!! Not ready for the van huh?? Hey, how much did he want for it? I have a sister-in-law looking for one!!
I'm trying hard not to be offended by your sleight of the mini-van. Actually I will admit that when I borrowed Burke's Camry the other day, I fantisized about the old days as a sedan driver. One piece of advice though if you go the minivan route, make sure the back windows roll down. Your kids will thank you and you will feel not so much like a van owner. Good luck and I hope you join our elite club!
you will love a mini Van. that was papa's favorite car. We had so much fun in ours. You will be able to take merrilee and george. fun fun fun
sorry gogo.
Becca, taking advice that reads something like--"it was your grandfather's favorite car and won't it be fun to haul around your kids, dog and aged-parents in the same vehicle?"
"That" does not sound fun to me. "That" actually sounds more like something that you get medicated to deal with...
My most hated words have to be, "body cast...'' and I would Love a mini van! Lol! I never thought in a million years I would want to be a proud owner of a town and country although I think they are so awesome. I hope baby #2 doesn't throw me over the edge of dreading the "mom" repetition. Crap I am scared!
I am currently hiding from my children to avoid the dreaded Mommmmmmm yell. The minivan will grow on you. It is a very hard leap to take. It only took Tyler a couple of years to stop hiding ours when his friends were around.
LOL. I had to laugh. I can totally remember doing that to my mom as a kid. . .in fact I think I still do it sometimes. As for the mini van, stay strong. There's nothing wrong with a nice sedan. Keep in mind. . .this is coming from the girl whose parent's drove a Ford Tempo with four kids. Chance sat on the console in the front seat.
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