LaughterThoughts' RandomThoughts

...seven of them, in fact.

(I’ve been tagged by the Ice Cream gal!)

1.) Our kitty, which gave birth to four adorable babies six weeks ago, went in to be spayed. After scheduling the appointment (I called Monday afternoon and took her in Tuesday morning), I was a bit worried I had made the call prematurely and was going to cause some type of psychological trauma to her or to the kittens. But fears were subsided as the kitties didn’t seem fazed at all... in fact, they seemed to be even more playful with Mama Cat gone. And the vet called to say that Gypsy had done wonderfully and could go home early.

Apparently the timing of my call to the vet was perfect, as I was informed this morning (upon picking her up to bring home) that Gypsy was, once again, in heat.

2.) Typin+g is difficult++ when you’ve got a* li-ttle munchkin pushing + +on the key+board and wiggling +*-the mouse.- -/ Said munchkin is crabby because he needs a nap. Said sleepy munchkin is even crabbier since he’s got two big molars pushing through his gums. Said toothy, sleepy munchkin is a mischievous little monkey. Blessing #5 isn’t a walker, but he is definitely a climber. I found him on the kitchen table. He was removing the crayons from the bucket and putting them into my flowers.

Said mischievous, toothy, sleepy munchkin now has tears streaming down his cheeks because this Moma said, “Nu-uh!” Not only did I push the mouse out of his reach, but I won’t let him push the power button on the computer. Mean ol’ Moma.

3.) If I trusted them with my washing machine, I’d put them in charge of their own laundry. I don’t, so I haven’t. But, rather, in a moment of temporary insanity positive child-rearing, while encouraging wardrobe upheaval teaching independent responsibility, I informed B#s 1&2 that I would not wash any more of their laundry until they had taken care of what had already been washed, folded, and put into their baskets for them. Obviously their little baskets are bottomless. Three weeks later, the baskets are still full, and I am suffocating under the exponential growth of dirty clothes. Having long ago exploded over the edges of the hamper, the laundry fiend has devoured the floor. No matter how many loads I wash, I can’t seem to tame the beast.

I have learned my lesson the hard way. I’m still learning it.

4.) I don’t like to eat food that was meant to be hot when it’s cold (i.e. pizza out of the refrigerator). Nor do I like to smell it. For example, when pulling leftover spaghetti out of the refrigerator, I breathe through my mouth so I won’t gag on the smell of cold sauce. Once it’s in the microwave getting nice and warm, I can switch to nose-breathing without feeling nauseous.

5.) Sometimes I put ice in my milk.

Just as I don’t like to eat hot foods cold, I don’t like to drink cold milk warm.

6.) Because, while waiting in the school parking lot, I let my tired and sick baby cry in his carseat rather than getting him out and rocking him to sleep, I was verbally attacked by a strange woman who claimed to have called the police on me for my negligence. She then threatened to call again for endangerment because I left the baby alone in the car.

I actually only stepped maybe ten feet away from the car to wave at B#s 1&2 so they would see where I was parked.

I was then informed that I was a fat and lazy, unfit, irresponsible, terrible mother. Oh, and the kicker-- that I was on meth. Only she said it in a whole lot more words than that. I asked her if she was crazy. She said that I was the one acting like a meth head. I rolled my eyes and told her she had problems. And that she did not know me, my child, or what was going on in my car. And that she was judgmental and self-righteous.

She drove away while she was still ranting and raving like a lunatic. And while I was throwing my arms in the air, “Oh puh-lease! Give me a buh-reak!”

I met with the school principal first thing the next morning to let him know that there was an unpleasant, aggressive, and hateful woman making things uncomfortable for me and my children. I figured I’d better talk to him before she did, since I have no doubt that she did! I needed to get my story in to him first, right?

I see Bitter Grandma every day. For the most part she avoids me. Every now and then I still catch her hostile looks, though. Maybe she hasn’t had someone stand up to her nastiness before. I don’t know. There’s no really no resentment on my part… I just think she’s bitter and nasty and unhappy (with me at least!). But on a personal level, I still don’t care for the woman.

I know, I know. She just needs the Lord. But I figure I might be a better witness to God’s love when I’m feeling a little more tenderhearted towards her.

7.) All my monkeys could use a nap right now. In fact, I could use a nap right now. But since I selfishly want them to go to bed early tonight, I will muster up the strength and patience to get through the rest of the evening. I must have the kitchen and the dishes and the general house pick-up all in order so that I can, in peace and without the distraction of five wily monkeys, learn the results of last night’s vote and say a sad good-bye to the third season of Lost.

For 100 more, dive into the Cereal Bowl.

Now, to spread the randomness, I tag Alli with her Adventures in Imperfection, Pinky in her land of colorful Polkadots, the Mama Bird in Little Flamingo’s Little World, and the Queen of the Princess Diaries' castle.

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