Sowwy seems to be the hawdest wewd…

Date: Wednesday July 11, 2007
Posted in: The shorties

Being a writer and a full time mom can be quite a juggling act. Throw in a string of ear infections, a plethora of pink eye and the usual antics of a four year old diva and her six year old ultra sensitive sister and you have the makings of a whole lot of something going on. (Except writing of course)

I’ve logged in minus 200 words since school’s out and no wonder with scenes like this piling up like chicken wingbones at a sports bar.

Little C: Well I know best, because I am the oldest.

Little M: Second is the best, fiwst is the wowse.

Little C: Well, you don’t know anything, you’re such a baby!

Little M: Well youwah just a dough-head, anyway!

Me: (feeling the vein in my neck bulge as I try to wash the breakfast dishes in time for supper) Guys! Guys! That’s not how we speak to each other in this family. You need to change your tones and apologise.

Little C: Sorry!

Little M: Sow-wy!

3 minutes later…

Little M: whack, whack, whack

Little C: Mo-om! M is hitting me!

Me: (Drying my hands for the 6th time since I started supper to break up a fight) M, we don’t hit in this family. Apologise to C, please.

Little M: Sowwy C.

Me: Now go find something to do while I make supper. How about those sticker books we got at the store?

Off they trot…

1.4 minutes later

Little M: Dough-head

Little C: (comes running from the living room) Mo-om! M called me dough-head!

Me: (Exasperated. It’s 5:30, trying to get supper on the table, this is the 1300th Mo-om I’ve heard today) Well, don’t tell me–talk to M. If you have a problem with M, you’re going to have to work it out with her.

Little C: (considers this for a moment, then disappears back into the living room) M, don’t call me that. I don’t like that.

Little M: Sowwy dough-head.

And I wonder why I haven’t written a stitch since June.



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You make this very cute and funny, but I know how exhausting it can be :-) My days of the girls at each other in that way are over, but there are occasional evenings of “Mom, I’m sorry to tell you this, but I hate you.” Groan. Luckily teenagers like to sleep. They sleep all morning, and I work!

Er…when I’m not reading blogs :-)

Comment by on July 12th, 2007 @ 11:40 am


“Mom, I’m sorry to tell you this, but I hate you.”

Such bitter irony after enduring a kajillion ‘Mo-om!!’s . LOL

Comment by on July 12th, 2007 @ 2:12 pm


You had me bent over in stitches with that last comment… Sowwy, Dough-head. ROFL. (g)

For all the headaches, these moments more than make up for them, I’m sure. :)


Comment by on July 12th, 2007 @ 4:16 pm


As long as the good keeps outweighing the bad I think we’ll be alright.

Today I am “Queen for the day”. Little C even made me a crown and Little M wrapped me a present–the 2 missing drink coasters I’ve been looking for.

It’s all good. :-)

Comment by on July 12th, 2007 @ 6:48 pm


*giggles* That’s too cute for words. (g)

When I was little, I always wanted to give my mom glassware for some reason… Yeah, still don’t get it. (g)


Comment by on July 12th, 2007 @ 10:00 pm

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