DH: So how was your day?
Me: Pretty good, Ernie was, DAUGHTER, LET GO OVER HIS ELMO RIGHT NOW!!
DH: What was Ernie doing?
Me: Oh it was so funny, he went upstairs and SON, IF YOU DON'T STOP HITTING YOUR SISTER YOU ARE GOING IN TIME OUT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
DH: What did he do upstairs?
Me: Well he went upstairs, to the upstairs....THAT'S IT, SON YOU ARE GOING IN TIME OUT, DAUGHTER, STOP CRYING - HE DIDN'T HIT YOU THAT HARD.
DH: Sigh....
Me: (mumbling to myself) Why the fuck did I have kids again? Is this how I like to spend my time...noooo...I would like to be cooking dinner in peace and quiet, but instead I have to....OLIVIA (the dog) GO LAY DOWN. IF I TRIP OVER YOU ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS.
DH: (says nothing, as he is now absorbed into the TV)
We have great communication at our house, don't we?
2 comments:
A stellar example of why kids are the scourge of sanity.
I completely feel your frustration on this topic!!! I have had many conversations just like it!!
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