Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Uh Oh

So I chaperoned a Sea World trip for my Kindergartner's class a month ago while they were in the midst of their sea life studies. I personally don't like to chaperone the girls class trips because 1) my kids are not nice to me on them, very demanding and 2) I *really* don't like the poor manners of other peoples kids which seems to be running rampant these days.

SIDE NOTE: Oh and BELIVE me if you are wondering how safe is it to let your child go with me well... I love my kids more than anything in this world, more than my husband and more than my own life. I will safeguard other peoples children under my care like they ARE my own AND with that service of love you get from me the constant reminders to say THANK YOU, PLEASE and YOU ARE WELCOME or excuse me or if they are talking while not supposed to be I will shush them and not gently depending on the age group. I will herd them as necessary and stink eye when ever I see fit.

Back to my Sea World story. So we get there and break off into groups and I am off with one mom and her daughter and me and my daughter and we are having a grand time until MY daughter decides I should buy her a toy. I, of course under the scrutinizing eye of a peer mom calmly and kindly remind her we aren't here to make any purchases and I ALREADY bought her a CHURROR,POPCORN AND SODA...so she proceeds to throw a medium fit right there.

I am tired, irritated but not embarrassed this is par for the course with the 6 yr old so I say quite LOUDLY.....


"I am thinking of a word that starts with B and sounds like WITCH"

My daughter stands tall and shouts back at me BITCH?

ah yes fruit of my loins right there.

2 comments:

  1. A fine fit and capable catherd you are, Young Lady. Doubt it not.

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  2. Okay, I'm enjoying your blog so much I'm going back and reading some older posts and LOVED this one so much because I see this day not far off in my future. Like yesterday when I was so tired I swore and then William proceeds to say (as his daddy comes up the stairs), "Mom, I thought you shouldn't say Fuckin'" (as in, this fuckin' book won't stay on the shelf!". We were indeed BFF's in an earlie life.

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