If you are just joining the party, a few months ago, after spending a Sunday alone with all the kids,
without ever leaving the house,
and while trying (unsuccessfully) to get some stuff done,
my husband said to me,
“We need to get you some help.”
So the search for an Alice began.
Alice Number 1 didn’t work out.
Then this happened.
Mo became my new Alice.
But like I said before, she’s more of a sister wife than an Alice.
We are having a good time together.
The kids love her.
Although I think they can tell that it’s been a while since she has spent an extended period of time with little kids.
Mo’s daughter is in high school.
So it’s been a while.
Number 5, 6, and 7 ( who are 4, 3, and 2) are in that phase where the discovery of any size boo boo,
anywhere on their body,
will send them into a fit of hysterics.
This happened the other day while I was out running errands and Mo was home with the three of them.
Number 6 got a little boo boo and ended up recovering on the couch, taking a couple hits off of his blankie.
Eventually, all four of them ended up on the couch.
Numbers 5, 6, and 7 had to point out every speck they could find on their bodies.
This led to a serious discussion of boo boos.
Which somehow turned to the topic of stitches.
“What are stitches?” one of them asked.
“Stitches are when you have a cut, and a doctor takes a needle and thread and sews your skin up and your skin grows back together,” Mo told them.
It wasn’t until the words were all the way out of her mouth that she realized maybe she should have rephrased things.
Or maybe it was the look of horror on Number 5’s face.
But Mo wasn’t done.
She proceeded to tell them the story of when her brother was little and he needed to get stitches.
And how, in Number 5’s words, “his head opened up, and they had to sew it back together.”
Number 5 had had enough.
She looked directly at Mo and said,
Why are you telling us this????”
Having put Mo in her place, that was the end of the boo boo talk.
So maybe I’ll save all future boo boo related conversations for myself.
But the drug and sex talks?
Oh, those are being put on Mo’s to do list, A.S.A.P.
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