tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392519989655927613.post4553770218628768608..comments2024-01-25T11:38:18.474-08:00Comments on The Lives of the Jacksons: Why Me?Jackson'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01326258798786709239noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392519989655927613.post-32278718846827114092008-08-06T12:11:00.000-07:002008-08-06T12:11:00.000-07:00ah i'm sure that every mom has a horror story like...ah i'm sure that every mom has a horror story like that... i know i have my fair share... hahaha <BR/>like yesterday... i went to my son's school to pick him up... this is only his 2nd day mind you... i'm extremely paranoid about him being kidnapped... and i get there and find his backpack and his blanket and his art work... head back to the playroom that they're in in the evenings... no coen... WAIT NO COEN!! so i go over to the other side to see if they had brought him in with the older kids... AGAIN NO COEN!!! ok i'm getting rather frantic (and probably irrational)... go RUNNING to the other side to see if i'd just missed him... nope he for sure was NOT there... how do they lose my son!?!?!?! so me and a teacher start looking in the bathrooms, kitchen, play areas, outside... where do we find him?? sitting behind a bookcase reading a book... i was so happy to see him and i think i scared him... his response "mommy she wouldn't let me read a book and it's a really good book!!" fyi... he can't read! he's only 3... hahaCarly, Bryce and Coen!https://www.blogger.com/profile/05537295806164741825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7392519989655927613.post-64714126191524277012008-08-05T23:05:00.000-07:002008-08-05T23:05:00.000-07:00Ha ha ha! I wish I could have been a fly on the wa...Ha ha ha! I wish I could have been a fly on the wall when he flushed the toilet. I bet your face was priceless. I left this comment on another friends blog who was having a bad day, I thought you would enjoying you are not alone in your bad karma!<BR/><BR/>Imagine yourself chatting with family in a playground at Carl's Jr. You've just hardened your arteries with a big cheese burger, large fries, and washed it down with an iced Dr. Pepper. As you glance around the room, in your mind you're replaying the conversation with your SIL as you walked in the door, who happens to work for DCFS, "Don't let them play in the balls. They are so filthy." Your reply "They don't have balls, but honestly, I swear a kid pees their pants half the time when we come to one of these places." Later your food is gone and you are enjoying the conversation when out of a one inch hole in the bottom of the train above your table a conspicious liquid is pouring out onto the table and splashing everywhere. Everyone scatters, someone remembering to grab your infant in his carrier out of the way. the fleece blanket covering him is already wet. You say "Someone must've had a drink up there..." The slow motion begins when your 5 year old comes running up to you, "Mom, sister peed her pants, she really did..." Your reply, in a loud exasperated voice "What the hell?" Did I forget to mention that my sweet little 3 year old was in a dress with winter tights? And that she hadn't peed her pants in 6 months? And, her newest uncle, only a week in the family, had to climb to the top of the playland to retrieve her because she was scared and couldn't find her way down. If only I could be as relaxed as the mom munching her fries and reading her novel. "No kids, we don't have to go, just don't play in the pee." I told the little worker who naively entered the playland with mop, "Sorry, this has to be in the top ten worse days of work for you ever." Urine and playlands, I hope this at least made you smile!Bryce and Candice Blood Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01084069299003825219noreply@blogger.com