Comments on: Midweek Confession

By: Milehimama

Milehimama — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 21:29:53 +0000

Where does a strange man get off telling a married woman about her relationship with her husband?

My confession – we were supposed to go grocery shopping as a family (husband wanted to get some ingredients for something or other that he makes) last Monday and I was secretly glad that three of the children were so naughty between husband getting home from work and getting in the car that we canceled the trip.

Please, please let me just buy food by myself! It’s easier for everyone involved.

By: Keter

Keter — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 02:29:17 +0000

The attractive man walking past laughingly tsk’d tsk’d and called me out on my comment.

Heather, your comment wasn’t untoward, even if it had been true. Tsk-ing a stranger in passing is bad manners, period, regardless of whether he was good looking or not. You deserve a little treat every now and again; I’m glad you’re enjoying the coffee.

The most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me with my son was when he was eight years old and somehow managed to poop in the pool at my then-significant other’s mom’s house. And he wasn’t having digestive upsets, either, apparently it was just some freak thing – it never happened before or after. She never forgave me for that…as if I should have had control over his bowels?!

By: Mom of three

Mom of three — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 23:06:48 +0000

My mom telling her entire Sunday School class at a luncheon once that two children are plenty for anyone. I was currently greatly pregnant with her third grand child.

Need I say more.

By: DC Becca

DC Becca — Wed, 01 Apr 2009 21:15:19 +0000

My 3 year old says she has to go “poopy on the potty seat” even when she only has to go #1. The act of going potty is “poopy on the potty seat”. It mortifies me when she announces this to everyone she sees when we are out and about (mall, Babies R Us, Target, Post Office, UPS Store, etc…..)

My 4 year old calls a spade a spade and also loves to share her observations with everyone, loudly, when we are out and about (People’s size, if the smell bad, if they wear too much perfume, if they are driving too fast, etc.)

Finally….my youngest stepson (8) is always being asked “Hey K, is this your mom?” by his friends. To which he replies, “who Becca? No way….she’s just my stepmom”. (A real ego booster….JUST being a stepmom.) Luckily, I have accepted being the step-Becca and let the boys each tell their friends whatever they want. The older two boys will just say I am their mom if the situation doesn’t require explanation…and that does make me feel good. (Being the “step” often conjures up images of warts, pointy witch shoes and an evil cackle, no?)

Kids are too much! Good luck on the safe…I used to work in hotel management and this happens more than you think. I am betting someone from engineering was able to pop it right on open for you, there should be a master code for that sucker!