WHAT? It's Wednesday??!!

IT's Wednesday folks! Time to get that somethin' somethin' OFF of your chest!
It's like therapy, I love it!
Here is goes:


When I got a knock on the door yesterday, I figured it was going to be my daughter's friend so they could walk to school together. It was her mother! She asked if Anna was here! (Anna had left 15 minutes ago.) It was a quarter to 8 and school starts at 7:55!
What I meant to say (after she gave me a somewhat exasperated look) : "Hey, lady! You want MY kid to be late to school because you and YOUR kid are running behind? NO freaking WAY! Next time show up here by 7:30 and you can walk with my daughter. Otherwise, don't even bother stopping by, OK?"


When my daughter started middle school this week I got all nostalgic at my middle school years. YES, I still remember 6th grade. I remember the lockers, the dressing out for gym, the boys...being the youngest in the school and getting teased for it. When my daughter asked me, how 6th grade was I told her, "Somehow I got through it."


What I meant to say: "Girl, I remember it as if it were yesterday. I don't EVER want to be a 6th grader again! I HATED gym class, dressing out for gym. I HATED being the youngest in the middle school. I HATED nearly failing my math class because the school placed me in accelerated math...UGH. You finally made it dear. Welcome to 6th grade HELL!"
(Well, it wasn't that bad but I wouldn't want to go back. UNLESS I knew what I knew now. Maybe I'd go back for a day or two. Show those popular girls a thing or two about life.) HMPH!


WHEN I was informed that one of my blogger buddies was being tormented on another's blog I became infuriated that a thing like that would still happen. We are adults after all aren't we?
What I meant to say: GROW UP! Would your mama be proud to see those comments? I think NOT!"
(And THAT is ALL you are going to hear about that.) EVER again. I swear.


When I found out another best blogger had gotten sick over the weekend I felt bad. Because nobody should EVER have to hurt that bad when you are a mother.


What I meant to say (to THE COLD that would NOT go away!) "BOO! GO away! Listen UP, we are mothers 24/7 we don't have time for a sniffle AND a cough. We have work to do. We have meals to fix. LEAVE me ALONE you dang COLD! I don't WANT my friend to have to go to a doctor because of YOU. Don't MAKE me come down there...Grrrr...." (If a sickness were an animate being and actually listened. Heck, maybe the germs were listening.)


When I found out ANOTHER friend's Skype handle last week, I got EXCITED! YAY!
What I meant to say: "SQQQQUEEEEEEEEEAL!! Another friend to video chat with!!! YAY! I LOVE to video chat with friends, don't you? IT's like we are in the same room or something. YAY! YAY! YAY!


I can't indent like I used to sometimes in Blogger. That's why it is smushed all in one paragraph. Sorry about that. It's blogger's fault. Grrr....HEY! I did it! I did it! I did it! YAY! I'm just like Dora! YAY! YAY! YAY! Blogger must like me today or something.