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If someone could identify the nose-picking/booger eating gene, I think he or she could make a lot of money. Out of our seven, we have one picker and eater.  So disgusting.  I won’t even identify by number which one it is. But we did have this conversation recently: Me:  Don’t pick.  It’s disgusting.  If you need

Last week, I discovered this in the upstairs bathroom. Nobody wanted to fess up. But then Number 6 was caught trying to flush Number 4’s bathing suit down the toilet.  So we had found the culprit. Then something went wrong with the downstairs toilet.  Multiple clogs and several overflows later, we resorted to this. Ultimately,

There is a girl on the swim team who is 7.  Every time I see her she reassures me that no matter how badly my kids behave, there is always another kid out there who is worse. At the last swim meet, I watched her spit water, repeatedly, at Number 2 and Number 3.  Not a

When I was in my 20’s, I was going to grad school and working at the Gap.   There was a mom who also worked there part-time as a sales associate.  She was a little wacky.  I often worked the early shift with her, and we had to be there an hour before the store opened. One time as

Author’s note:  Last night I kind of put this post on my facebook page (http://www.facebook.com/susiej7k#!/notyouraveragemomdotcom).  It happened so quickly, and I was so tired, I wanted to write it down before I forgot it this morning.  So today I’m sort of re-posting it in my blog, making a couple corrections made due to exhaustion, and

Yesterday was the last swim practice of the summer, and it was spiced up by a little drama. There is a little play area at the town beach.  It has 6 swings — 4 “big kid” and 2 “baby” — and a small playset. Along with swim team, there is also a camp that runs weekly sessions