Saturday, July 08, 2006

Just don't let me stand next to a computer monitor

Snore. Snore. Deep breathing. Creak! Sit straight up in bed, looking around the room.

Hmmm... nothing. Must have been my imagination. Resume deep and even breathing.

Crack. Door closing. Shuffling down the hallway.

And then this... standing right next to my side of the bed.....




GAH!!!! WHAT in the HELL is it about ME that these kids are attracted to? Is there some internal Mommy magnet that I didn't know about? Something the hospital implants in your vagina or abdomen after you give birth? These children NEVER go to their father's side of the bed. It is ALWAYS mine, and it is ALWAYS when I have my freaking back turned to them.

I need to find this implant and have it removed immediately.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Lise said...

Hi, I guess it's the ombelical(did I spell it right?) cord that might still be attached except it's invisible?

I love the look of your blog. I joined Bloggerchicks not long ago and I made it my mission to visit all of them :)

Will be back.

12:42 PM  
Blogger Wander said...

I think it's because they learn from the minute they are born that Mom is where food, clothes, baths and boo-boo kisses come from and they just never out grown it.
My ex-husband used to starts fights over this because the kids would right past him and come to me for whatever.

5:52 PM  
Blogger Oblivious Maven said...

So. Can. Relate. But I just have one. But he's got two eyes. And they're both looking at me. ME.

10:43 PM  
Anonymous mothergoosemouse said...

Came over from MOTR because I have an unnatural NEED to see stills from The Shining so that I will not be able to sleep.

We actually live not that far from that hotel (The Stanley). I want to stay the night and stay in Room 217.

Seriously though, that's why my husband sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door. So that he can (scare away the freaky ghost children) deal with our daughter's nightmares.

11:34 PM  

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