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
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Sh!t happens. A lot.
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,
Eruption Imminent
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
I have to pee. Again.
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
Maybe if I hold a sign that says “FREE” and sit at the end of the driveway, someone will pick me up and take me home with them.
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
The Eight Stages Of Parenting
It took seven kids to get to this point, but I have finally figured out the key to raising children. You simply have to survive making it from one challenging phase to the next. Because just when you make it through the stage that you thought was going to put you either in jail or the