04/17/2009 · 11:31 pm
Rule #56: Maybe you should get to know the electrician a little bit better before screaming, “I love you, Chad!!!!” over and over when he walks in the door.
04/16/2009 · 5:23 pm
Rule #53 (not really a rule; just something crazy I found myself saying today):
No, there are no pits in the brownies.
OMG, my kid thinks that brownies are a type of fruit or vegetable! Sigh.
04/16/2009 · 12:19 pm
Rule #52: Mommy does not like this sort of thing…
“Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!”
“Yes?”
“Never mind.”
04/15/2009 · 6:32 pm
Rule #50: All Mommy wants for her birthday is…
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Long afternoon naps for the children
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All the loud toys to run out of batteries
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Lunch with my friends somewhere other than the McDonald’s Playplace
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No whining
Is that too much to ask?
Filed under GC, OA, SR
Tagged as batteries, birthday, McDonald's, mean, meanest mommy, mom, nap, parenting, Playplace, rules, toys, whining
04/14/2009 · 11:49 am
Rule #47: No, you may not have a different crescent roll just because that one is wet. Especially since it’s wet because you licked it.
04/11/2009 · 7:21 pm
Rule #41: Why didn’t one of you tell me ages ago that throwing up my hands and making it a “Whining, Screaming, and Fighting Day” would result in the best behavior I’ve seen in months?
Filed under GC, OA, SR
Tagged as 3rd grader, fighting, mean, meanest mommy, mom, parenting, preschooler, rules, sarcasm, screaming, toddler, whining
04/09/2009 · 5:04 pm
Rule #36: No matter how many times you say it, I will not be convinced that the lyrics are actually “Eenie Miny Mo! Catch a tiny ho!”
04/08/2009 · 6:46 pm
Rule #32: Trying to make you put your shoes & coat on when we leave the playdate does not need to resemble a WWF Smackdown. (And what’s the point anyway? You know Mommy always wins.)
04/08/2009 · 3:33 am
Rule #30: It is not okay to hug the neighbor in the white sweatshirt until after you’ve wiped the tomato sauce off your face.
04/07/2009 · 7:13 pm
Rule #29: Just because you don’t feel like taking a nap doesn’t mean that your little brother doesn’t need one. Quiet down, kid!
Rules by the Meanest Mommy in the Whole Wide World 