Monthly Archives: March 2012
Yesterday was our biweekly shopping trip to the local grocery store, UGO (United Grocery Outlet…kinda similar to Save A Lot). I spend a good hour or so in there every Thursday or Friday looking for the deals (and boy did I find some deals!). My husband and 10 year old daughter joined me on this trip.
I always wonder why I keep bringing them with me. They gang up on me in an effort to embarrass me. And 9 times out of 10, it works (yes, I am very easily embarrassed). This trip, my husband decided to follow behind me, playing music on his phone (loudly) and dancing. The man can’t dance! And even if he could, I don’t think the grocery store is the place to do it! Of course, his antics gets my daughter stirred up (she is JUST like him). There they are; father and daughter doing some kind of jiggle butt dancing to music, following a woman who is trying her best to pretend they don’t exist for the moment. And failing at it!! I was so embarrassed, I forgot to whip out my phone to record them.
Thank God they are ADD, because they both got bored after about 5 minutes. Ignoring them was a bit easier. Until. Yes, until. My husband, following behind me as usual (and this time watching an old rerun on his phone), happened to look up and notice our daughter wasn’t where she was supposed to be. We were in the middle of the soap aisle and directly across from us were the cash registers. He noticed a couple checking out and then…a peek of red hair next to them. We stood there and watched for a second and then realized she was helping the cashier bag groceries, chatting up a storm! This even embarrassed Rick. He turned bright red and ducked behind a display and started laughing. Of course, I’m just standing there, beet red too, and all I said was, “Go get your daughter. Hurry!”.
“I have a job now! Before Allie, Evan and Christian!! I’m never gonna be as lazy as they are!” -Faith’s exact words when her dad brought her back. Evidently, she had been bagging groceries for a while. I keep saying this, but this time I think I mean it: I’m going shopping alone from now on!
My daughter filmed her dad dancing a few months ago and I totally forgot about it until a few minutes ago when I was going through my Youtube uploads. I figure it’s time I shared this short clip since he’s being pretty silly.
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I knew it was just a matter of time. But, it’s finally happened. The CRUD has hit my house (aka a virus, a cough and in my case…laryngitis). It started with my son, who passed it on to his sisters….who then passed it on to me. Isn’t it lovely how that works (I mean, when I was a child, my mom NEVER got sick from us kids)? But what really chaps my back side right now is the fact that I am the one to lose their voice. Why not my kids? I mean, I could use the darn break, ya know (because they were not sick enough to stop bickering or mouthing off)! Noooooooooooooo. It’s gotta be me. I’m the one who can’t talk. And the rest of the family? Are laughing at me and thoroughly enjoying themselves.
They don’t get it yet. When momma isn’t happy…no one is happy. So, today, to their chagrin, mommy not only lost her voice, but she’s lost the ability to run the house. Oh, you’re hungry? Go make something; I’m too weak and sickly to cook. What’s that? You need clothes washed? I’m sorry I’m not feeling good…go tell your dad (remember, he LOVES to wash the clothes). Oh, I hate to disturb you while you are watching a movie, but….I need something to drink, go to the mail box, bring me some tissues, etc etc etc. By the time they went to bed, I was the only one left laughing (well, more like hacking and wheezing). I’m so bad! But, I’m sure I’m not the first, nor the last, mom to pretend to be sicker than they were…whether it’s to get a little break, to be catered to a little bit or to teach a valuable lesson. I think the lesson they learned today was…don’t laugh at your mom when she is sick (or if you do laugh at her, make sure it’s not where she can see or hear it) and treat her with respect because…mom may not always be around or choose to go out of her way to make your life easy. I don’t have to cook for you, I don’t have to wash your clothes and I certainly don’t have to do the gazillion other things that I do for you. One day they will appreciate me and all I do for them. I often look at my kids and immediately call my mom to apologize and tell her “you were right, I’m sorry and thank you for not killing me”. Something tells me I’m not the only one who does this….
I love embarrassing my children. Sometimes, it’s the only thing that gets me through the day!