Monthly Archives: June 2013

Nanny News

Maybe I am just simply too irritated by Nanny since she’ll come into the kitchen and chomp on the kids’ bag of carrots in my ear- or its that she’ll come and make the last bagel for herself in shared … Continue reading

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Since we are having our pool filled out by every single hose at the house, that means we have less than zero water pressure inside. That means, I cannot enjoy going to the bathroom since it won’t flush without me … Continue reading

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Spelling

I can no longer spell around my eldest child. So now, whenever I need to tell hubby something I have to find a synonym to spell. And since hubby cannot spell and it takes him three tries to “get” the … Continue reading

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Gym Rats

I find it amazing that when I take my kids to camp, every mother is dressed in workout garb. And in case you’re wondering- I’m wearing my jammies.

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Lurking

My children like to fuck with mommy- in many ways but the one I’d like to discuss is how they keep up my fear of “someone lurking in the shadows.” Now, when my eldest would wake up and walk quietly … Continue reading

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Captain Syphilis

Hubby thought it was funny to teach the kids a chant his father taught him- but he felt he should change one of the words. “My boots (boobs) are heavy, my pants are tight, my arms are swinging from left … Continue reading

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Who Needs The Pool?

Last summer, hubby had the pool painted by some con artist and days later, it peeled. Flash forward to this April when I said to hubby, “I think we need to call someone to come in and paint the pool … Continue reading

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School’s Out For Summer

And I am still having to set my alarm to wake up at 7am to ensure that my eldest can make her bus on time to camp. Thankfully, she’s only signed up for the first half of camp and I … Continue reading

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Ice Castles

Since I am on summer break, I’ve decided that I would like to become Peggy Flemming. I called up the local rink and had my first lesson last week with a tall, blonde and British fellow. Now, the best part … Continue reading

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Woops

The other day I was driving my eldest somewhere and she was giving me a hard time about something I cannot recall- but I told her, “stop busting my balls.” Now, since it was accidentally said to my inquisitive child, … Continue reading

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