Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 8 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.
Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes
- Baking In A Tornado http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2016/12/fly-on-wall-cooking-all-bad-stuff.html
- Menopausal Mother http://www.menopausalmom.com/
- Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/2016/12/black-forrest-ham-and-gouda-sliders.html
- Searching for Sanity http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com
- Never Ever Give Up Hope http://batteredhope.blogspot.com
- Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
- A Little Piece of Peace http://little-piece-of-peace.blogspot.com
- Go Mama O http://www.gomamao.com/
Mommy: AKA Karen, me…the wife and mom
Daddy: AKA Tony, husband and dad
AJ – our only child, a 7 year old boy who thinks he knows it all and is the one in charge
Bonus – our sweet and lovable adopted rat terrier
Trying to teach AJ that when the mean kids and bullies say mean things to him, he should just look at them, roll his eyes and say “Whatever.”
I would like him to say, “Seriously? Are you so miserable and get shit attention at home that you have to come to school and be huge dicks to everyone? Too bad your opinions mean shit to me. Oh and if you touch me, I will punch you back three times as hard, so make your decision now dumbass.” But maybe when he’s older.
AJ is eating a croissant and a piece of it falls to the floor. Since he loves them so much he steps on it with his bare, unwashed feet, to prevent Bonus from getting it. Then quickly puts it in his mouth.
I stared at him in horror and after a second he looks at me and cringes. “I didn’t mean to do that.” As he runs to the garbage to spit it out.
“Perhaps if you just let Bonus have it you wouldn’t have eaten your own foot stink.”
He laughs at the foot stink and takes it to heart for about five minutes…then it’s back to silly boy behavior again.
Tony is with AJ in the mornings and at times has epic battles to get ready for school. Since someone was a zombie in front of the TV, he walked over and calmly told him, “Put your shoes and socks on.”
My snarky kid responded with, “Well obviously Daddy, I have to put my clothes on first.”
Tony said he had to take a deep breath and walk away. Of course he came back to a 7 year old standing in front of the TV fully dressed SANS socks and shoes. ***eye twitches***
As Tony was dropping off AJ in the car line AJ was complaining about getting out five cars back. Tony told him he has to wait till they are the 2nd car, no excuses. AJ did not like this and was complaining the entire time. When they finally were the second car, AJ jumped out and screamed, “Thank God, fresh air!” Of course the custodian and police officer who handle drop off heard AJ scream, I mean how could they not? They looked at Tony and smirked.
I had a talk with AJ about. He of course thought it was super funny. I had to keep my poker face, but I have to to agree with him. It was hysterical. I would have loved to been a fly in that car.
Scrolling through Netflix, “What’s this show, Mommy?”
“Oh that’s Bob Ross. He painted on TV and we all watched. It was really calming, it was relaxing to watch him paint.”
“Well that’s weird. you just watched him paint. You adults watch weird shows” As he puts on some animated, mind sucking, stupid cartoon crap.
“What would you do if you won the lottery mommy?”
“I would pay off all of our bills and buy a house I never have to worry about a payment on the house.”
“With lots of bedrooms like a mansion?
“No I would just be happy with a three bedroom house. I would put a lot of money into your future for education and and to buy a home.”
“Well if I win the lottery I’m going to buy a big house with more than three bedrooms. Though some of my seven kids may need to share a room, but they won’t share a bed. The will have bunk beds.”
“Well that’s a great plan you have there. I hope I get to babysit your kids.”
“Of course, you are my Mommy.”
I don;t have to share my marshmallows with anyone else, right?
Nope, you are an only child, so get extra and don’t have to share them with any other kids.
He only wanted this for the candy. Next year I’m just buying him the flipping candy and saving myself the stress of putting it together.