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
- Menopausal Mother http://www.menopausalmom.com/
- Searching for Sanity http://singlemumplusone.blogspot.com
- Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
- Never Ever Give Up Hope https://batteredhope.blogspot.com
- The Blogging 911 http://theblogging911.com/blog
Bookworm Mom: the wife and mom to this crazy crew
Bookworm Dad: the husband and dad and often referred to as the big kid
Bookworm Boy– our singleton, 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
Bookworm Mom “I just cleaned the bathroom and kitchen. If anybody messes it up I will lose my ever-loving mind. I will go crazy and hurt you.”
Bookworm Dad “Wow, that’s a bit harsh.”
Bookworm Boy “You can’t say that to me. That’s mean.”
Bookworm Mom “What’s mean is when the two of you don’t appreciate how much cleaning I do and leave messes everywhere.”
After finding some yellow spots on the floor near the toilet I told someone to clean it up and he refused.
“Well, then I will no longer be cleaning your clothes or making you dinner. I’ve had enough.” Then closed the bathroom door.
When I came out the living room was all tidied up and he was sitting there like an angel.
“Oh wow. You did this to make up for not cleaning up after yourself in the bathroom? Thank you so much sweetie. You made my day.”
Now he makes sure that toilet is cleaned each and every time. He knows I mean business.
Random comments about eating…
- “I can’t come eat now. I’m playing.”
- “Why do I have to eat when you want me to eat?”
- “Stop bothering me. I am playing. I don’t have time to eat.”
screams…. “Help me. I can’t find my spider man toy. I need to find it. I need it right now.”
“I can’t hang up my coat. I have important things to do, like play. I’m a kid and I need to play not work.”
Yup, he forgot about the conversation we had that morning.
Then another time he had no clue how our son was getting to Boys and Club which is literally down the road from his school. I think he was mixing up the morning drop off place and the after school program. He has the nerve to call me an idiot. Apparently I’m the mom of a 43 year old man-child as well.