Thursday, April 05, 2007
Lack of creativity this morning
So I have Queen in her room, allegedly "cleaning" it. The Monkey is now Addicted to Pippi Longstocking. Not the original. A cheesy remake. But hey, it seriously has given me an opportunity to take a shower without having to worry that the Monkey is burning the house down.
So Pippi was playing in the room, and Queen was feigning a weak attempt at looking like she was cleaning. I was back here in my room, working. Then all of a sudden ... I hear this BLOODcurdling scream. From the Queen.
Mommy!!!! You need to get in here!! NOW!!!!!!! It is REALLY bad, Mommy!!!
I'm thinking: the Monkey is lying in a pool of blood; the Monkey is hanging off of the top bunk, lifeless; the Monkey is in some death-situation that the Queen put her in.
I jump up, knock my chair over, RUN out into the hallway, about inflict mortal wounds on my middle child because he was in the way, all the while yelling "WHAT IS IT??????" and she just kept screeching "GET IN HERE!! IT'S BAD!!!!"
DAMN it if it wasn't a freaking SPIDER on her CEILING!!!!
I started crying. Literally, I stood there and started sobbing.
I had to go into the kitchen so I wouldn't freak out the other two. I didn't care if I freaked out the 8 1/2 year old child who knows SOOOOO much better than to act that way over an arachnid.
Needless to say, when she tried to apologize to me, I told her to give me my space and leave me alone. She stayed away from me pretty much all day long.
Labels: drama, kids, spring break
posted by Knitting Maniac at 8:10 AM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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5 Comments:
OMG, DT did that to me when he was a tot...in the car! I about had a heart-attack on the spot. An itsy-bitsty spider rappelled down in front of his face while he was strapped into his car seat and he let out one of those blood-curdling screams. Thank goodness we were still in town and not out on the highway.
Oh no, she didn't!
oh.my.heck. you poor thing, that's terrible.
No wonder you cried, it would be such a release of stress to find out all was okay.
that was all it was ... stress built up. Needless to say, I was NOT a happy camper.
Awwww poor thing! That must have been really stressful!
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