Sherry Ellis's Blog, page 147
April 20, 2011
Missing the Mama
It's been three days since my kids have seen me. They've been at Grandma and Grandpa's house. My poor son has been rather homesick. Every day at 8:00 AM, he calls me.
"Mama, when are you coming to pick me up? I miss you!"
"Not for another couple of days," I reply.
Then the alligator tears start.
"It can't be that bad," I say. "Grandma and Grandpa always take good care of you."
"But they don't have an X-Box!"
"Mama, when are you coming to pick me up? I miss you!"
"Not for another couple of days," I reply.
Then the alligator tears start.
"It can't be that bad," I say. "Grandma and Grandpa always take good care of you."
"But they don't have an X-Box!"
April 19, 2011
Playing in the Sandbox
No, my kids were not playing in the sandbox. The dog was.
That oversized puppy figured out how to take the lid off of the sandbox - just in time for the huge deluge of rain. Apparently he decided he wanted to use the kid's sandbox toys as chew toys. I went outside after the storm and found a small pond in the sandbox. The kids mangled toys were scattered across the yard. I attempted to empty the water, but it was just too heavy to lift.
"Heck with it," I thought. "I'll deal with this some other time." So I gathered the toys and threw them into the sandbox. Then I put the lid back on, making sure it was tightly sealed.
A little while later, I let the dog out. Sure enough, he bolted for the sandbox. He quickly removed the lid. He stuck his black snout into the rain water, and immediatlely got an eyeful of sand.
He whined all the way back to the door. Do you think he got any sympathy from me? Absolutely not!
That oversized puppy figured out how to take the lid off of the sandbox - just in time for the huge deluge of rain. Apparently he decided he wanted to use the kid's sandbox toys as chew toys. I went outside after the storm and found a small pond in the sandbox. The kids mangled toys were scattered across the yard. I attempted to empty the water, but it was just too heavy to lift.
"Heck with it," I thought. "I'll deal with this some other time." So I gathered the toys and threw them into the sandbox. Then I put the lid back on, making sure it was tightly sealed.
A little while later, I let the dog out. Sure enough, he bolted for the sandbox. He quickly removed the lid. He stuck his black snout into the rain water, and immediatlely got an eyeful of sand.
He whined all the way back to the door. Do you think he got any sympathy from me? Absolutely not!
April 18, 2011
Google Eyes and Lego Pieces
My kids are at their grandparent's house for a week. Do you know what that means? Well, to anyone else, it would mean peace and quiet, and a chance to rest. But not for me. No. For me, it meant that it was time to clean out the toy room in the basement! Let me tell you what a job that was! I went through piles of artwork, McDonald's Happy Meal toys, and hot wheel cars. There were spider webs with dead spiders still hanging on them. The place was a train wreck! I managed to sweep out the entire place and organize everything (which meant putting a few things in the donation bag - but don't tell my kids!).
When I was done, I looked at the pile I had swept. Would you like to know what was in it? Dirt, and dust, and feathers, and sequins, and glitter, and google eyes, and itty bitty Lego pieces. (I didn't feel like figuring out where those Lego pieces went, so they ended up in a random Lego box. I hope my son won't be looking for them any time soon!)
So much for resting!
When I was done, I looked at the pile I had swept. Would you like to know what was in it? Dirt, and dust, and feathers, and sequins, and glitter, and google eyes, and itty bitty Lego pieces. (I didn't feel like figuring out where those Lego pieces went, so they ended up in a random Lego box. I hope my son won't be looking for them any time soon!)
So much for resting!
April 17, 2011
Close Neighbors
My son was feeling a little upset about having to spend a week with his grandparents who live four hours away.
"Mommy, can't you come with me?"
"No, not this time. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with Grandma and Grandpa. The time will go by quickly," I replied.
"But I'm going to get homesick," he complained.
"You can call me," I suggested.
"I wish Grandma and Grandpa lived only a mile away."
"That would make things easier," I agreed.
"But it would be even better if they lived only an inch away."
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"Mommy, can't you come with me?"
"No, not this time. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun with Grandma and Grandpa. The time will go by quickly," I replied.
"But I'm going to get homesick," he complained.
"You can call me," I suggested.
"I wish Grandma and Grandpa lived only a mile away."
"That would make things easier," I agreed.
"But it would be even better if they lived only an inch away."
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April 16, 2011
Spy Club
Kids love to spy on grown-ups. Today my nephew and two children decided to form a spy club. My computer-savy daughter even asked to go on to microsoft publisher to create name tags and a schedule for their covert operation.
I knew they'd be spying, but I didn't think much of it. So after our Passover dinner, all of the adults were sitting around the table talking. All of a sudden, I felt somebody tickling my feet. I looked under the table and saw three children, grinning from ear to ear.
I hadn't even noticed that they had sneaked under the table. I have to admit, that was some pretty good spying!
I knew they'd be spying, but I didn't think much of it. So after our Passover dinner, all of the adults were sitting around the table talking. All of a sudden, I felt somebody tickling my feet. I looked under the table and saw three children, grinning from ear to ear.
I hadn't even noticed that they had sneaked under the table. I have to admit, that was some pretty good spying!
April 15, 2011
Recycled What?
Last night was not good. I spent most of the night with my friend, the toilet. When the alarm clock went off this morning, I was not a happy camper. My husband had some minor surgery the day before, so he was in no condition to help me with the morning ritual of getting the kids off to school. I had to get up and do my job.
Unfortunately, I had to spend more time with my friend, the toilet, so we missed the bus. I had to haul my sorry self and the kids to school.
When we got to the school, we had to wait. The doors were still locked, and the teacher who watches the kids outside before the bell rings, was not yet at her post. My stomach was not at all happy! It needed to be with my friend, the toilet.
"Kids, I'm not going to make it," I said attempting to keep down whatever was trying to come up.
My kids looked around for an acceptable dumping site.
"You can use the playground," my son offered.
"Ewwww, that's gross!" exclaimed my daughter. Then she spotted the recycle bin. "You can use that recycle bin over there," she suggested.
Hmmmm. I wonder what could be done with recycled vomit? Any ideas?
Unfortunately, I had to spend more time with my friend, the toilet, so we missed the bus. I had to haul my sorry self and the kids to school.
When we got to the school, we had to wait. The doors were still locked, and the teacher who watches the kids outside before the bell rings, was not yet at her post. My stomach was not at all happy! It needed to be with my friend, the toilet.
"Kids, I'm not going to make it," I said attempting to keep down whatever was trying to come up.
My kids looked around for an acceptable dumping site.
"You can use the playground," my son offered.
"Ewwww, that's gross!" exclaimed my daughter. Then she spotted the recycle bin. "You can use that recycle bin over there," she suggested.
Hmmmm. I wonder what could be done with recycled vomit? Any ideas?
