I just want to sleep in; just an hour. That's all this lady wants.
This was my morning:
I was rather snuggled in bed having shooed the girls to the playroom with some cheerios and water (sounds like jail).
Just as I was dozing off I roll over and just glare at Steve.
Steve: oh you can hear that?
Me: (insert inappropriate name) You're a foot away from me in bed and it's on speaker, YEAH I CAN HEAR IT!
I guess I'll wait for that extra hour...
Friday, August 23, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Damn-it Steve: Is Pushing OK?
Damn-it Steve: Is Pushing OK?: On this cold and nasty day we took the girls to Co-Cos, a bouncy house place, in hopes of getting all the wiggles out. At one point I h...
Is Pushing OK?
On this cold and nasty day we took the girls to Co-Cos, a
bouncy house place, in hopes of getting all the wiggles out.
At one point I heard H crying and when I walked over to the
bouncy house she was on Steve was holding her.
Me: oh no did she get hurt?
S: yes, she’s fine
Me: did she fall?
Slyly as he is smiling which means he is involved…
S: yes…,(followed by, quietly very quietly), because I
pushed her.
I think he thinks it’s funny to watch kids fall on bouncy
houses….so do I. That’s half the reason
I take them, to laugh hysterically as they bounce and slide and fall all over
the place. Their facial expressions are priceless.
But I don’t push them to get the party started….not that I
would admit to anyway!
Friday, February 22, 2013
Slap Time or Nap Time?
We were getting the girls ready for "rest" time today as they were finishing up lunch when I heard from the kitchen this conversation:
Steve: OK girls it's either nap time or slap time.
Without even missing a beat they both yell: SLAP TIME
I looked at him and said, "you just gave them an option and I'm pretty sure they chose the option you were hoping they won't and now you are stuck with it."
With that being said I told him that means he deals with them while I do what needs to get done over the next hour that is usually sacred time and then deal with the melt down from being tired in the early evening.
Next conversation:
Steve; do you even know what slap time is?
Girls: No (not that they cared they just didn't want to be stuck in bed.)
Steve: it's when I just spank you (and gave a sample with his hands)
Girls: Noooo
And off they went.
I'm glad they are out of school so I don't have to explain that Daddy spanks them over and over if they pick slap time over nap time.
Steve: OK girls it's either nap time or slap time.
Without even missing a beat they both yell: SLAP TIME
I looked at him and said, "you just gave them an option and I'm pretty sure they chose the option you were hoping they won't and now you are stuck with it."
With that being said I told him that means he deals with them while I do what needs to get done over the next hour that is usually sacred time and then deal with the melt down from being tired in the early evening.
Next conversation:
Steve; do you even know what slap time is?
Girls: No (not that they cared they just didn't want to be stuck in bed.)
Steve: it's when I just spank you (and gave a sample with his hands)
Girls: Noooo
And off they went.
I'm glad they are out of school so I don't have to explain that Daddy spanks them over and over if they pick slap time over nap time.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Not Surprising
Same old thing, different season. In the summer it's sand boobies in the winter it's snow boobies. Here she is trying to give herself snow boobies like Daddy did when he buried her the day before.
No wonder I wasn't surprised that she strolled out in my bra today....the only thing shocking was how worn out it was. Geesh!
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
February Question 1
Being the month of love and a month full of birthdays to those I
love including my hubby wubs I’ve decided to dedicate a special question of the day for the month in his honor. It will be a question
that you must answer in the comments.
These questions will be a simple Steve or Girls as the answer. Sounds easy? Sounds fun?
These questions will be a simple Steve or Girls as the answer. Sounds easy? Sounds fun?
So I leave you with this….who said:
“Come pet my puppy…hard.”
Steve or the girls?
Friday, January 25, 2013
DON'T Say This...Ever
I don't think there is a woman in town that will like you after this post Steve! Ha-ha but I'm putting it out there anyway.
Steve went to kiss me good-bye as he left for work this morning. I was still in bed, very sleepy, opened my eyes to say good bye. Yeah that sounds all super sweet right?
Well...he said, "ooh don't make that face." Then he tried to spread out my forehead. Then he said, "hmm you could stand a quarter up in there."
WRINKLES!
He started laughing hysterically. Whether he was serious or not you just don't say things like that to women....especially vain ones.
Steve went to kiss me good-bye as he left for work this morning. I was still in bed, very sleepy, opened my eyes to say good bye. Yeah that sounds all super sweet right?
Well...he said, "ooh don't make that face." Then he tried to spread out my forehead. Then he said, "hmm you could stand a quarter up in there."
WRINKLES!
He started laughing hysterically. Whether he was serious or not you just don't say things like that to women....especially vain ones.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Can Your Man Listen?
Just when I thought things were getting boring or less annoying things like this happen.
I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a mother. You add this together and you come up with nag...apparently. I tend to err on the side of neat and clean while Steve is the opposite. He claims no one can ever possibly be "Kerry" clean but I disagree; argument for another time.
The other difference is I know I can't focus unless I'm looking at the person talking and if they are going to talk for long you are going to have a very spaced out looking Kerry 30 minutes in. That is my max. I can, however, multitask like a champ. Steve...cannot.
This is an ongoing argument. He claims he is listening but he isn't and usually an argument breaks out. Today didn't end in the usual way.
Having a snow day threw me off my game and I was desperately trying to get a few things done for work before Steve left.
I am going to insert a photo here.
When I left the bedroom to find Steve there was only the basket on the chair....NOTHING ELSE. I asked Steve to get the girls and in the basket on the chair were their undergarments and socks. Please everyone get theirs out and put them away. I put all the clothes away already.
That was it. Simple task. When I walked in I knew that the pile on the floor was the dirty clothes. How did I know that? Because I had been putting them in the hamper for 2 days as I found them on the floor.
This was amazing to me so I went into the office and asked Steve what he thought I said. He thought I asked him to dump the dirty clothes on the floor by the basket.
Why would I ask you to do that? I have never in my life asked something like that. I always carry the hamper to the laundry room. Whatever! And the kicker was how he left the hamper.
Was it really that difficult to put back on? In this instance I was glad for his "laziness" as I had my hands full putting the dirty clothes back:)
So as it stands he can't multi-task and he doesn't listen and now I have proof....BOOYA!!
I'm a woman. I'm a wife. I'm a mother. You add this together and you come up with nag...apparently. I tend to err on the side of neat and clean while Steve is the opposite. He claims no one can ever possibly be "Kerry" clean but I disagree; argument for another time.
The other difference is I know I can't focus unless I'm looking at the person talking and if they are going to talk for long you are going to have a very spaced out looking Kerry 30 minutes in. That is my max. I can, however, multitask like a champ. Steve...cannot.
This is an ongoing argument. He claims he is listening but he isn't and usually an argument breaks out. Today didn't end in the usual way.
Having a snow day threw me off my game and I was desperately trying to get a few things done for work before Steve left.
I am going to insert a photo here.
When I left the bedroom to find Steve there was only the basket on the chair....NOTHING ELSE. I asked Steve to get the girls and in the basket on the chair were their undergarments and socks. Please everyone get theirs out and put them away. I put all the clothes away already.
That was it. Simple task. When I walked in I knew that the pile on the floor was the dirty clothes. How did I know that? Because I had been putting them in the hamper for 2 days as I found them on the floor.
This was amazing to me so I went into the office and asked Steve what he thought I said. He thought I asked him to dump the dirty clothes on the floor by the basket.
Why would I ask you to do that? I have never in my life asked something like that. I always carry the hamper to the laundry room. Whatever! And the kicker was how he left the hamper.
So as it stands he can't multi-task and he doesn't listen and now I have proof....BOOYA!!
Sunday, January 20, 2013
STEVE!!!!!!!!!!
I was trying to sneak out of the house so I could knock out the grocery shopping quickly when H started begging to go.
I told her I was going to an adult store to which Steve said, "a nudey bar."
That should go over well.
Thanks Steve.
Now the mommy's in our mommy group are going to think I'm some sick horny slut with bad taste. Living on the Eastern Shore I can only imagine the type of nudey bars this town holds.
I told her I was going to an adult store to which Steve said, "a nudey bar."
That should go over well.
Thanks Steve.
Now the mommy's in our mommy group are going to think I'm some sick horny slut with bad taste. Living on the Eastern Shore I can only imagine the type of nudey bars this town holds.
Friday, January 18, 2013
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