June 25, 2009

Are Ya Kiddin' Me?

It's 8:50am and we are supposed to be at the YMCA at 9am for Aidan's Adventure Club. We are all still barefoot, I'm dragging all our crap out to the truck, screaming for Aidan to grab his babies and get his shoes on. Asher is running behind me yelping "yet's goooooo!". In short, a typical Monday through Thursday morning at our house.



On Monday, we screeched into the parking lot at about 8:59am and as soon as we get to Aidan's classroom, he slapped his forehead and said "Uh oh, my babies!". Uh oh, tough, we're here, we're late, you were told a dozen times to get them, sorry for ya... I tried threats and bribery but it was obvious that if we didn't go back for them he was gonna make me, his teachers, and everyone else he looked at miserable so we loaded back up and went back home to get them.



As we are drove away from the house, Aidan asked me to smell one of them. Now I knew better than to smell it but I did it anyway and almost lost control of the truck thanks to the wretched stink that came from the thing. I begged him not to take that one in and he agreed. This in itself was a small miracle but I considered myself lucky. Then out of pure morbid curiosity I sniffed the other one and damn near got knocked out with a similar stench. I figured we would be on our way back home to get some more when I asked him not to bring either one in but he just said, "Ok, I just won't bring a baby in."



Excuse me? Then why in the sam hell did we just drive back home to get the damn things? I swear he does this shit just to make me crazy. Or crazier. Whatever.

14 comments:

Debra said...

Hmmm, why did you go back in the first place? I would not have, and haven't. Which is why other mothers probably thought I was a bitch, and why there will be a "Mommy Dearest" book in my future.

April said...

At least he agreed to not take them in. Silver lining?

Missy said...

I have those moments with my kids and find that if I don't laugh, I might strangle one of them. They keep us on our toes.

Funny in my mind said...

what kind of babies? Are they washable, bleachable?

Anonymous said...

LOL!!!! I too give in to morbid curiosity which is why whenever someone says, "OMG, this stinks so bad!" I DO!!!!! And always afterward I'm thinking, why do people do that?? They ask and then people like me DO IT!!! LOL! The joys of boys...

Stacie's Madness said...

hahah. so typical.

Deb said...

Both of mine call their stuffed animals babies lately--and I'm starting to get a tad self-conscious that they prefer them to us (even though we're the ones who stumble down the stairs half asleep at 2 a.m. when somebody decides he needs his Big Duckie that very minute and won't stop screaming until it's fetched).

:)

Sula Lee said...

LOL, sounds so much like life with my own kids I had to laugh! Thanks for sharing!!

Jen said...

isn't that a kids job? to make us crazy?

Kritta22 said...

Can you bleach those bad boys??

Barbara said...

LOL, little ratbag. Have to laugh though, because I've done the same thing. They get so attached to things. Not sure I would have been game to smell the second one though *hehe*

Krissi said...

Seriously that kid has it out for you, perhaps you did something in a prior life to deserve such craziness? Nahhh it's just his job as YOUR child to make you wanna lose your shit on a daily basis.

Sarah said...

Should I even venture to ask what it MIGHT have smelled like? 'Cause we had a baby go headfirst into a cup of stale coffee and then get shoved under the bed. When the bald baby has hair it doesn't go anywhere but the Big Cradle in the sky!

Michelle said...

Too funny! What are his babies?