In one of my first posts I talked about the sorry state of my mom’s underwear. She wasn’t exactly psyched. I explained to her that as far as I’m concerned, everyone is fair game. At some point, each of my family members is going to end up in here…
My husband has complained about the few times I have written about him (see this post for my favorite — http://nyam.wpengine.com/?p=26) .
My response was, “Don’t be an ass, and then you won’t end up in the blog.”
It’s kind of working…
The kids have only recently discovered the blog.
Any time something disgusting or annoying or amusing happens, the response from my husband or any other nearby adult is, “Oh, that’s going in the blog.”
So Number 3 heard my husband say that the other morning, and he asked me, “Mom, what’s a blog?”
Shit, my secret’s out…
And Number 4 says, “A blog is something you post online.”
My husband and I just looked at each other. How the hell does she know that?
So my husband asked her, “How do you know that?”
And Number 4 replied, “I don’t know. I just heard it.”
“But I have no idea what post means. And I have no idea what online means.”
So two days ago Number 4 had a complete and total meltdown because the cow on a Wii game would not move the way she wanted it to.
She was hysterical, and moaning, “WHYYYYYY? WWWHHYYYYYY?? WWWWWHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?????”
At first it was funny. But then she just wouldn’t stop. It was another Oscar-worthy performance. I told her to go up to her room until she was able to get ahold of herself, to which she screamed, “NO!!!”
Well that really pissed me off, so I got my phone, and I started recording her fit. I told her I was going to put it on the blog…probably not the best parenting strategy, but let me tell you, she shut the hell right up.
I should have started this thing a loooooooong time ago.