I know that I have not been to vigilant at posting lately. One of the main reasons is that I have been so busy at work lately that I have not had any time. I come home from work and deal with the family things that need my attention, like algebra homework, and then I am too tired to write that I end up in bed before I can even turn on the computer.
Tonight, however, I feel the need to tell a little story.
Remember, Wednesday’s post about Butter and his in school suspension? This happened the night before the big boys and dad took their trip to the Keys.
I have been trying to punish Butter by making him do chores in their absence and it has worked. Another thing is I have been trying to teach him how to filter.
This is not an easy task.
Especially when you have a ton of uncles who insist on giggling about your misfortune.
Tonight, my #1 brother took my mom, #8, us and his daughter out for Chinese food. This in itself was a great idea. Feeding my mother Mai Tai’s, not so much of a good idea.
My mother was a very refined woman. For years, all we ever heard was the proper way to behave in public. After two Mai Tai’s, my mom’s filters fall off. She talks to strangers and tells my 9 year old horrible stories.
My brothers are not much better. At one point, #8 corrected Butter for saying broccoli. He quietly told me and #1 that the child needed to learn that when in the correct setting the word is broccori.
After a slight chuckle and a few back slaps, #1 says ROR.
ROR people, ROR. I ROR’d so hard that I peed my pants a little.
I am so going to hell in a hand basket. This was just a little few extra weaves that I have sewn into that basket.
Is it any wonder why my children are the way that they are.