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#MidnightMadness – 10/5/2017

In a recent conversation, my 16 yr old daughter said this…

“Mom, I’m such a weird teen.  Most kids my age are off partying, and here I am sitting here with you, pondering the philosophical meaning of life.”  

I almost died from laughing so hard.  Lol… 😉

MidnightMadness – 9/19/2017

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I have no idea how we got on the subject of hair, but as we were all sitting around the dinner table, my sixteen-year-old daughter Brianna ran her hand through her hair and said, “Look, mom, my hair is as soft as butter.”  I gave her a nod of agreement but then nearly spit out my food as my nine-year-old daughter Autumn replied, “Well, that’s just because your hair is so greasy!”  Brianna and I both nearly peed our pants after hearing that one.  We must have all laughed for at least ten minutes.  Oh, the things that girl says!   😉

 

Picking up the pieces

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Today as I was preparing lunch for my 7 yr. old daughter, we had a bit of a disaster.  My daughter Autumn loves to be in the kitchen with me and I very much appreciate her help.  Unfortunately, today as she was reaching into the cupboard to grab a plate, the outcome didn’t end so well.  All of a sudden, I heard the sound of glass shattering and turned around to see what had happened.  Pieces of glass were everywhere, even at the far ends of the kitchen.  I immediately ran over to my daughter to make sure that she was okay.  I looked her over carefully, making sure that there weren’t any remnants of glass left on her.  Then, because she was barefoot, I carried her into the other room and checked her over for any scratches that she may have gotten.  Thankfully she was okay, and so with a huge sigh of relief, I then began the tedious process of cleaning up all of the glass.

It didn’t take long for me to notice just how tiny the pieces were.  Little slivers littered the countertop and dusted the floor.  I tried sweeping, vacuuming, and even mopping; anything to try and get rid of the tiny little shards, which seemed to be embedded into the hardwood floor.  The more pieces I picked up, the more pieces I seemed to find.  I thought I might never see the end of the mess.  Eventually, though, everything was cleaned up.  I put all of the cleaning supplies away and decided to finish making lunch.  Yet even then… after scouring, dusting, mopping, sweeping, and vacuuming, I still continued to find more remnants of glass.

This little incident reminded me of life, and how so often we face brokenness ourselves.  We pick up the pieces and go on, but we never quite seem to be able to find all of the pieces at once.  Then, once in a while, we’ll find a piece later on and sometimes it isn’t a very pleasant experience when we do.  We often find ourselves wounded when a piece is unexpectedly found.  Then we think to ourselves… I thought I had found all of those pieces, I wonder if there are still more left to find?  It makes us question whether or not we are really safe from the shards that seem to mar our past.  Will we keep finding more?  Or is it finally safe to walk around barefoot and freely once again?


Originally posted: April 14, 2016

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#MidnightMadness – 8/31/2017

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As my daughter was trying to lift a 30 lb bag of dog food, I said, “Okay muscles, think you can you handle that?”

She said, “Mom… you see these chicken bones? I’m surprised I can even support my own weight!”


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#MidnightMadness – 08/29/2017

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An early morning conversation with my 8 year old daughter…

 

Autumn – “Hey mom, guess what!?”

Me – “What?”

Autumn – “I just made fresh eggs for breakfast!”

Me – “Oh?”

Autumn – “Yeah… wanna know how I know the eggs were fresh?”

Me – “Okay, tell me…”

Autumn – “Well, the carton says so!  See… right here.  It says Farm Fresh Eggs!”

Me – “Oh, is that so…”

Autumn – “Yeah, isn’t it great!”

 

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that those eggs had been in the fridge for at least two weeks… After all, the box said they were fresh!  Lol….

 

#MidnightMadness – 5/20/2017

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Certain discoveries were made today at the lunch table…

“Look mom!  A head with a hat!”

~Autumn Cook (Age 8)

I never knew blueberries and raspberries could look like people.  Lol…  😉

#MidnightMadness – 4/25/2017

I was having a conversation with my 15 yr. old daughter, about how everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.  We came to the conclusion, that we must accept the simple fact, that we can’t possibly do everything.

My daughter had to add this…

 

Brianna – “Hey mom, even Jesus can’t do everything…”

Me – “What do you mean sweetie?”

Brianna – Well, he can’t sin!”

Me – “Oh, good point!”  Lol…

#MidnightMadness – 3/30/2017

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Here’s what my daughter Brianna had to say as she was trying to cheer me up…

Brianna – “Mom, there’s one good thing about being sick, eventually you get better!  So be glad for that! Unless of course you die…”

Me – “Oh that makes me feel a ton better!”  Lol….

#MidnightMadness – 3/15/2017

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Mommy, please tell me… what exactly do, the birds and the bees do?  ~M

*An actual question posed by one of my daughters.  Lol….


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Tales of the Dark Side – (Part 2, Childhood Pranks)

Continuation of:  Tales of the Dark Side – (Part 1, Childhood Pranks)

For the remainder of the day, I sat in my cramped bedroom; starring at the ugly whitewashed walls.  I was still furious because of the coke spitting incident; and my mother always seemed to take my brother’s side, since he was the youngest.  I knew, however, that my brother was not such an innocent darling; regardless of what my mother thought.

Admittedly, I wasn’t the most virtuous child either.  Yet now, as a teenager, I felt I had the right to express myself; and l knew I couldn’t just let my brother get away with ruining my expensive jacket.  I had to take matters into my own hands.  The thing was, I had no idea what I could do to repay my brother for his cruel assault on my jacket.

My mother watched me like a hawk, and she swooped down at every opportunity, to steal away my advantage; which is why I knew I had to be extremely sneaky when planning my retribution.  A few days passed, and my brother continued to repeat his same old shenanigans.  One night, I even caught him drinking an entire bottle of Hershey’s syrup.  Of course, it did no good to tattle on him, mom would never believe her precious son would do such a thing; and even if she suspected such things, she disregarded the idea as nonsense.

I mostly just stayed locked away in my room.  Knowing full-well that anything I said, could quite possibly be used against me.  One afternoon, though, my mother was out once again.  It was just my brother, sister, and me.  As I was making lunch for the three of us, I noticed a brown bag in the refrigerator and wondered what was inside.  After further inspection, I realized it was a urine sample, my mother was supposed to take to her doctor appointment the very next day.  I also noticed that the urine was in an old maraschino cherry jar, and suddenly a very naughty idea came to my mind.

As I was contemplating my next move, my little sister skipped into the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but divulge to her what I was about to do.  Taking the jar of urine out of the bag, I left it on one of the shelves in the refrigerator and then proceeded to call my brother into the kitchen.  He came running in, all smiles, wondering what I wanted.  I said, “Hey David, there’s an empty jar of maraschino cherries in there, but the leftover juice from the cherries is still in the jar, and I give you permission to drink it.”

Happily, my brother went to the fridge and helped himself.  Putting the jar to his mouth, he proceeded to take a big gulp of what he thought was cherry juice.  The reaction was almost instantaneous, as he quickly realized whatever was in that jar, was not cherry juice. My sister and I started laughing uncontrollably, as my brother demanded to know what was in that jar.  I could barely speak I was laughing so hard, and boy was he furious when he found out what I had tricked him into drinking.

The funny thing is, our mother came home later that evening, nobody, not even my brother dared to tell her what had happened.  I think my brother was too embarrassed by what he had done, and my sister and I knew of course what mom would do to us if she ever found out.  Let’s just say, my brother wasn’t so eager to steal food out of the fridge anymore, and he has never forgotten that horrible prank I pulled on him.  But we’re even now, and that’s all that matters.


The Daily Post prompt – Not Lemonade

Silly me…

Just picked up my fifteen year old daughter from a Super Bowl party.  I asked her who won and she said, “Oh the Patriots,” I asked her who they played, and she said…“Ummmm, Atlantis?”  I said, “You mean Atlanta?”  She replied, “Oh yeah, silly me… I’m tired.”

And yet for some crazy reason, I feel like I’m the silly one… I actually had no idea who was playing.  Lol…

Can you tell I’m a huge football fan?  😉

What the He-double-hockey-sticks is going on here?

My daughter’s love books as much as I do, and so to suggest getting rid of any books in the house is strictly forbidden. Well, somehow I forgot this simple rule this morning. I have been trying to declutter our house and the girls have so many books, that some of them are even piled on the floor in their bedroom. So I was merely suggesting to my third born (15), that instead of getting another bookshelf (we have 8 in our house already) that perhaps we might instead, just go through some of the books and get rid of a few.

Well, within about two seconds of uttering those forbidden words, my forth born (8), comes running down the hallway towards the bedroom.  With a complete look of bewilderment upon her face, she stood there in the doorway looking at me and then to her sister.  Then with hands on her hips, she said, “What’s going on here?!?” I’m sure if she’d been older, the word “Hell” would have been included in that question.

Anyway, after seeing the confused looks upon both of their faces, I decided to say nothing more and dropped the subject altogether. I suppose another bookshelf is in order. Sigh… 🙄


The Daily Post prompt – Simple

Oh the joys of children…

Don’t get me wrong here, I love my girls to the moon and back.  However, I’ve come to the conclusion, that the reason most parents don’t warn their own children about having babies, is simply because they realize that if they do, the human population would eventually cease to exist.

It’s not so much about the infant or toddler years.  Heck, even the grammar school age is fairly simple.  But the teenage years and a little beyond that….. Yes, those are the years I should have been forewarned about!  Plus, parents don’t warn their children about having kids, because they have to be able to get even somehow!  Lol….

Anyway, my children are driving me insane right now, and if God doesn’t intervene soon, I may not make it through the end of this month!  I am dealing with a wedding this week.  Yes, my second oldest this time around.  And if my two oldest daughters can’t be civil with one another, I fear I may not survive!

Just a few more weeks…. I’m home free after December 31st!  Hope I last that long!  😉

 

He said, “Cool.” Cool with a period at the end…

So my 19 yr old daughter just came running to me and said, “Mom!  He said, “Cool.” Cool with a period at the end!  She is a writer like me, hence the problem with just a period at the end of Cool and not an exclamation point like there should have been.  Now she strongly believes that her boyfriend is going to break up with her tonight, for lack of the exclamation point in his response to her text.  Oh the woes of life these days…  It really doesn’t get any better than this!  I’m sorry but I can’t stop laughing…  🙂  Does this make me a bad parent?

Him Vs. Her – Manipulation

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Have you ever been manipulated by a family member? Perhaps even one of your own children?

We have four beautiful girls. All of who are very intelligent and sweet. Yet over the years, my husband and I have been manipulated on several occasions by those same sweet girls. It started off innocently enough at first. One of girls would say something like, “Mom, can I have a cookie?” My response… “No, it’s too close to dinnertime.” Five minutes later…. “Why are you eating that cookie? Didn’t I tell you it was too close to dinnertime?” Daughter’s response… “Well… I asked Dad, and he said I could.”

This is just all too typical of how things usually go. If the kids ask me something and I say no, they immediately run to dad to see if he will say yes, and vice versa. During the early years in our marriage, this was a huge problem for us. I would get mad at hubby, thinking he should know better than to give one of our girl’s cookies before dinnertime and then he would get angry at me, since he really couldn’t see what all the fuss was about. Of course this is just one simple scenario; as the girls got older, saying yes to cookies was the least of our problems.

Years passed by and we still hadn’t figured out that by allowing our girls to manipulate us, we were creating some serious problems for our marriage. There would be times when the kids would make plans with me to do something, fully knowing that their dad wasn’t ok with it, and then I would get blamed for allowing them to do whatever it was their dad had already said no too. This scenario of course went both ways. This caused a lot of resentment to build up in our marriage. The girls eventually figured out which one of us was the most likely to give them the answer they wanted, and so then they would use that knowledge to their advantage.

Hubby and I made the mistake of letting this continue on for too many years. If we had been smart, we would have learned sooner to communicate better and make all of our decisions together as a family. Unfortunately, with the way our work schedules were back in those days, we really didn’t take the time to communicate with each other like we should have. Because of this, our relationship with each other and the relationships with our girls really did suffer.

Fortunately, we have since learned, if one of our girls asks us for something, we make sure that they haven’t already been told no; and any really important decisions, always get discussed together as a family. We have found that by sitting together at dinnertime, we now have the opportunity to discuss things which are currently going on. It’s the perfect time to make future plans for upcoming events and it helps keep everyone on the same page.

Do you struggle with this in your own family? And if so, what have you done to try and remedy the problem?

 


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