Me: I’m making hamburgers for dinner. Who wants one?
Aubrey: Can I have a turkey and pickle sandwich instead? I don’t feel like a hamburger.
Me: Sure. *inwardly giddy for a little less cooking* I make her sandwich and hand it to her.
Me: Emma what do you want?
Emma has been stealing snacks out of the pantry all afty.
Emma: Just a pickle sandwich, wike Sissy.
Me: Do you want a whole one or just a half? Are you hungry enough to eat a whole one?
Emma: No. I just want half.
Me: *gets one piece of bread out and starts to make a sandwich*
Emma: Two halves. Just like Aubrey.
Me: *groans*
It’s been a rough day. I fried bacon to put on my hamburger and one strip a piece for the girls, as soon as the smell hit the air Aubrey said, “Sometimes you just gotta eat bacon. Huh, Momma?”
Me: You got that right.
Aubrey: Momma, I am going to be a grownup before Emma, huh?
Me: Yes.
Aubrey to Emma: YOU are going to be so happy to be little when I’m an old lady.
(She is 6 and Emma is 4, soooo.)
What’s going on at your house during Hell Hour? (If you don’t know what Hell Hour/The Witching Hour is, you obviously don’t have kids. Email me and I will describe it in detail for you. Then, who knows, maybe you’ll never have kids.)
Maybe you should do a PSA on Hell Hour. It could be birth control for teenagers. I often think that at church the youth should be required to work the nursery one weekend a month for birth control too!
Hell Hour tonight has been T screaming to go outside, screaming to go inside, seaming to go out, screaming to go in, lather, rinse, repeat. A few trips to time out for hitting, throwing, cussing….that last one could've been me.
Hell hour for me has been sitting on the couch in my jammies, catching up with the world on my laptop, and every once in a while sneaking into the kitchen to *yoink* an Oreo. But don't worry…one day I'll still have some kids for you to laugh at.
Dear, at my house, it sounds like redneck city. I have one fifteen year old son. ONE. Dinner conversation is never, ever normal. In fact half the time is unrepeatable. I miss when he couldn't talk sometimes … but most of the time he's hilarious.
I don't let him help no matter how much he begs. EVER. Especially stirring. EVER.
Me attempting to cook dinner, baby crying, boys (4 & 6) fighting over a game of UNO, and hubby blissfully at work until after bedtime. These are the nights I wish we had a place that served drive-thru Margueritas.
Heehee. So glad I'm not alone! Zeb is out of town for the second night Gena, he is coming home late tonight! And Jenny, your comment made me wheeze I laughed so hard!!
Blair's comment made me laugh so hard! I can totally relate to that can't-make-up-your-mind toddler stage… HH at our house is either me attempting to cook with Miller hanging on my leg crying or me just giving in and playing with Miller until Bryant gets home and I can cook. I am SOOOOOO thankful that Bryant doesn't travel and is home most nights around 5:30!!
I made ham steaks, which all of us LOL gals love. Guess who ate it? Um..just me. Thanks. Anderson needed yogurt, chicken, and cheese. And not that cup with the monsters, he needed the one with the pumpkin…
Yeah, girl, I know HellHour oh so well! Ex: Kenzie (5mins b4 I cook): Mommy, I need a evening snack.
Me: Well, let's wait 4 a bedtime snack, b/c Mommy's about 2 cook dinner.
Kenzie (stomping feet): I NOT HUNGGY! I JUST WANNA EVENIN SNACK! BAW BAW gives me 1.
Me: Nada (slightly fuming @ Pops)
Logan: I'm in the middle of Halo, so don't cook me anything.
Logan (1 hr later): Where's my dinner, I'm starving!
Me: SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!