February 20, 2003
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Good morning
So it must be time to blog some funny's of my kiddos.
For the past 3 months whenever Kaylin was sad she'd say "my thwoat hu'ts (throat hurts). She started doing this after I had that nasty nasty nasty sore throat around Thanksgiving time. We were 98% sure that she was just using it as a sympathy getter, so didn't take it too seriously.
So last night she was NOT wanting to go to bed. She was crying and whining like bed time was the awfulllest thing in the world. So I finally told her to come back downstairs in hopes that something *might* actually be wrong, instead of her just not wanting to sleep. So she comes down stairs. "Whats wrong Kaylin?" I ask with my sympathetic mommy voice. "My thwoat hu'ts." she says. "HMMMMMM." So I have her go ahhhh and look, it looks fine to me. I touch her neck and she just looks at me calmly. "Kaylin can you tell me where your throat is?" I ask (should have asked this months ago btw) "UMMMMMMMM" she thinks then points to her ear. "Oh really, are you sure thats your throat?" I ask again. She then points to her stomache. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA she doesn't know where her throat is.
Sooooooooo mommy tries again. Do you have a owie somewhere? I ask. (Gotta give her the benefit of the doubt) She points to her knee. (10 day old scratch there).
Okay, this child is just a child that doesn't want to go to bed. snicker. I hmmmed and hawed a couple more seconds, and finally she tells me. "I wet bed." A-ha. This I can deal with.
So I did. And we went to sleep peacefully.
Gotta love bein' mommy.
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On a seperate note. I met a workman from the dark ages. The house we live in is in my name only. Community property laws being what they are we both would get half if for some reason we divorced. but as you know we don't believe in that. Anyhoo. Most of the repair work on this house was done pre-marriage and I did it with much help from my mom. I'm the one who knows all the details of the house, where pipes run in and out, where wiring is etc, etc.
Wellllllllllllll this geeky guy kept saying. "Is your husband home, I really need to talk to him." "Oh what do you need?" I'd ask. "Well, I need to talk to your husband." "He's at work today, I'm the one in charge tell me." "Well, I need to talk to your husband."
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Okay got that out of my system. snicker. Welcome to the 21st century where women can make the decisions. He finally told me what the problem was. I solved it in 3 seconds. DH couldn't have solved it 'cause he didn't know the answer. And I was on my merry way.
So, do I complain to the main office? Or just smile and pretend that I'm d['uh blonde. LOL
My thought for the day~~
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths. Proverbs 3:5&6
Comments (6)
ARGGGGG! That makes me sooooooooooo mad!!!!!!
LOL, in my case he really would've had to talk to Dh because I'm clueless about that kinda stuff.
You should have really messed with the guy and said "SHE is at work!" BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
My house is in my name, too. Fortunately I now have Dan who can do most of the fixing.
In the past thought I'd had my share of #$&#@% men trying to pull things over on me. If I got too much lip I'd tell them to pack their gear and get off my land. They'd back down, do what I told them and then sheepishly leave. Only once was I so upset that when I went and paid the bill I told them that I never wanted that crew to be sent to my home again. I worked too hard to spend my money on people that would treat me like that. I got much better service after that!
I would just smile and say- have a nice day.
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