Don't size me for a straight jacket just yet
Okay, calm down. I'm fine, really.
As fine as I ever am. And just to CLARIFY things...
Below you will find numerous reasons why I can easily crank out a strange concoction of a story like the one above and not even be bothered that it's not going anywhere important or making any sense. Just for your information, I wrote the story post- coffee and pre-midnight. Also, I don't even like parrots in real life, I actually prefer chickens.
Now for my reasons...
...I am a mother of 5 wonderful children.
... one being a 2 year old that never stops talking even in his sleep, never stops talking, never stops talking, never stops talking, never stops talking. Oh, did I mention that he also repeats, repeats, repeats everything he says until you answer him?? Did I mention that? Did I mention that?
...two is the five year old who also never stops talking and fills in the gaps when the 2 year old is inhaling his next breath. The one who can be overheard having a nice conversation in a room all by himself. The pretender...my fave...Mama, pretend you're my mama, okay, mama?
...three is the dear sweet 4 month old baby who has gotten her shots the other day and is playing the crank monster 24/7, or is she so smart already that this is "paybacks" for taking her to the doctor? The same darling that tries to do aerobics when she's supposed to be nursing?
...oh, and did I mention the fruitless trips to the bathroom with the 2 year old who has rightfully earned the title, Poopy King?? The one who says, Ready mama? Ready? and won't go until I say "Yes, I'm ready"?
...I break more dishes than my children. two in the last 3 days. For the record, the one that broke today was NOT my fault. It was the bread machine. DON'T LAUGH, IT'S TRUE! I wasn't even in the room! The bread machine was wobbling on the counter and it wobbled into the place mat that bumped into the Pyrex custard cup that was sitting on the counter, knocking it to the floor and into pieces. Oh, I'll own up to the coffee cup the 2 days ago, I dropped it, I tried to catch it about three different ways on its way down to the floor. oh man, did that one shatter into tiny, itsy bitsy pieces.
...Our house is not divided. That's to say that all who are supposed to be dividing in our house are having a bit of trouble with the concept..jpg)
So, the problems are giving us problems. Today, I tried a picture to illustrate the concept. The Jones Family is having family time and they're going for a walk. There are 10 people in the Jones Family. After breakfast, they arrive at the parking lot to the trail that they were going to take to Green Lake. After they get out they see a sign. The sign says "Due to the width of the trail, persons may walk on this trail in groups of "2's only. So they have to divide their family into groups of 2. The question is, If the Jones family divides into groups of 2's, How many groups would there be? please say 5
...My husband is usually only conscious away from home. Adult conversation and interaction is pretty nill at this house. By the time we get him back from working he's falling asleep at the table, in the closet, or anywhere else that you might care to imagine. When waking him around 10-ish to go to work he often looks at me as if he doesn't even know who I am. Actually, one time he didn't know who I was and why was I where he was and not out front with the guests? If we're both in here who will take care of any customers that come in?? Wha? He was awake and yet, he was very asleep and VERY out of it.
So, my dear concrete friends, sorry to cause you distress and worry over my mental state. I have many more reasons that I could write, but alas, I do not have time to write about them today. Be assured, I am as mental as I ever am and I know you love me for my strange specialties. So let's just move on.
As fine as I ever am. And just to CLARIFY things...
Below you will find numerous reasons why I can easily crank out a strange concoction of a story like the one above and not even be bothered that it's not going anywhere important or making any sense. Just for your information, I wrote the story post- coffee and pre-midnight. Also, I don't even like parrots in real life, I actually prefer chickens.
Now for my reasons...
...I am a mother of 5 wonderful children.
... one being a 2 year old that never stops talking even in his sleep, never stops talking, never stops talking, never stops talking, never stops talking. Oh, did I mention that he also repeats, repeats, repeats everything he says until you answer him?? Did I mention that? Did I mention that?
...two is the five year old who also never stops talking and fills in the gaps when the 2 year old is inhaling his next breath. The one who can be overheard having a nice conversation in a room all by himself. The pretender...my fave...Mama, pretend you're my mama, okay, mama?
...three is the dear sweet 4 month old baby who has gotten her shots the other day and is playing the crank monster 24/7, or is she so smart already that this is "paybacks" for taking her to the doctor? The same darling that tries to do aerobics when she's supposed to be nursing?
...oh, and did I mention the fruitless trips to the bathroom with the 2 year old who has rightfully earned the title, Poopy King?? The one who says, Ready mama? Ready? and won't go until I say "Yes, I'm ready"?
...I break more dishes than my children. two in the last 3 days. For the record, the one that broke today was NOT my fault. It was the bread machine. DON'T LAUGH, IT'S TRUE! I wasn't even in the room! The bread machine was wobbling on the counter and it wobbled into the place mat that bumped into the Pyrex custard cup that was sitting on the counter, knocking it to the floor and into pieces. Oh, I'll own up to the coffee cup the 2 days ago, I dropped it, I tried to catch it about three different ways on its way down to the floor. oh man, did that one shatter into tiny, itsy bitsy pieces.
...Our house is not divided. That's to say that all who are supposed to be dividing in our house are having a bit of trouble with the concept.
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So, the problems are giving us problems. Today, I tried a picture to illustrate the concept. The Jones Family is having family time and they're going for a walk. There are 10 people in the Jones Family. After breakfast, they arrive at the parking lot to the trail that they were going to take to Green Lake. After they get out they see a sign. The sign says "Due to the width of the trail, persons may walk on this trail in groups of "2's only. So they have to divide their family into groups of 2. The question is, If the Jones family divides into groups of 2's, How many groups would there be? please say 5...My husband is usually only conscious away from home. Adult conversation and interaction is pretty nill at this house. By the time we get him back from working he's falling asleep at the table, in the closet, or anywhere else that you might care to imagine. When waking him around 10-ish to go to work he often looks at me as if he doesn't even know who I am. Actually, one time he didn't know who I was and why was I where he was and not out front with the guests? If we're both in here who will take care of any customers that come in?? Wha? He was awake and yet, he was very asleep and VERY out of it.
So, my dear concrete friends, sorry to cause you distress and worry over my mental state. I have many more reasons that I could write, but alas, I do not have time to write about them today. Be assured, I am as mental as I ever am and I know you love me for my strange specialties. So let's just move on.
Okay, I'll move on, I promise. As long as we agree that I cannot be held responsible for the content or comprehension of your story. Hee hee. Maybe some other day in a private email you can reveal to me the .... analogy-simile-metaphor-homology-correlation between the fictional characters and real life. :D I'm so relieved to hear that you are okay and not losing it.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't worry, all of us mothers are going throught the same things. Yesterday during like an 8 minute phone call, Keturah got into the toilet that hadn't been flushed from a little boy #1 and Ike got up to the table and smashed about 1 cup of goldfish crackers all over the table and onto the freshy vacuumed carpet. Dan is working crazy overtime that he doesn't get paid for because he's salary, while all the while I am trying to attend my prenatal appointments, not get a migraine, not ever miss a day of school and stay caught up on all the grading, housework, training, teaching, loving, playing, laundry, Bible reading and meditating, praying, all while still cooking nourishing home-cooked meals. I'm wondering, if we are BIBLE bellieving folk, where my BIBLICAL hand-maidens and maid servants are??? And don't tell me they are my whirlpool and my kenmore.