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Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Quote Of The Day

"For crying out loud, you're not dying. Will you just stop your damn moaning and whining and keep up with the rest us."

Said by me to my 8 yr old son seconds before I turned around to see him vomiting in the middle of the parking lot. Might as well engrave it on my tombstone, because you just know I will never be able to live it down.

15 Comments:

Blogger DollyMama said...

Bad Mother Award headed your way, Chris! Look for it in the mail. ;)

4:04 PM  
Blogger TBG said...

It makes him a better person.

We havent heard from you in a few days glad your back

4:32 PM  
Blogger J said...

See, those are the moments we mothers relive over and over again well into our eighties. The kids, they foget it almost instantly.

5:32 PM  
Blogger Mrs. Darling said...

sounds like the time I drug my 10 year old daughter around Washington DC and made her climb the monument when she claimed she was sick. That night at 2am she awoke in delirium. We rushed her to the hospital in a strange city and the dear child had scarlet fever derived from a strep infection. I'll always feel bad about that. Sigh

5:34 PM  
Blogger Peggy said...

I can always come here in a bad mood and leave laughing.. thanks for making my day

5:39 PM  
Blogger robiewankenobie said...

could have been worse.

one time my dad was driving us back from new york and asked whether or not we should take the mountain route. "please don't!" i said. "i'm really not feeling well!"

he ignored me.

can you say, projectile vomit? can you say, the kid was in the back seat? can you say, the parents were in the front seats? can you say, lets clean all the vents?

6:19 PM  
Blogger just me said...

It was the beginning of our week long vacation this summer. Before hitting the road, we stopped at the local Burger King. As we walked up to the door, my 9 year started throwing up ... not once (You'll be fine honey), not twice (You just need to eat something), but three times! We never made it to the door.

As we were getting back in the van, my 7 year old let loose too ... and my 11 year started making those nasty gagging noises. Gads ... it was an awful chain reaction.

Hubby was bound and determined ... van full of vomit or not ... we were going on vacation. Three days later he was sick. I had to drive most of the nine hour drive home while he slept. I'd normally feel bad for him, but that time I must admit he deserved it ;)

7:15 PM  
Blogger halloweenlover said...

Poor little guy! His mom is soooo mean! ; )

I was wondering where you were these past few days! This post made me chuckle out loud.

I hope you are feeling better soon and that all the kids don't get sick. This is a nasty bug that is going around.

8:04 PM  
Blogger kalisah said...

one morning, when My Kid was a baby, he was sleeping in his crib. My husband wanted to have sex, but the baby started crying. Big Daddy convinced me to ignore the child and pay attention to him. When we finished, I ran in to the nursery AND MY BABY'S ARM WAS STUCK BETWEEN THE SLATS IN THE CRIB.

See, we all have our moments.

8:27 PM  
Blogger Sleeping Mommy said...

Oh no! I've been guilty of similar things. I hope your kiddo is feeling better soon.

9:25 PM  
Anonymous Libragirl said...

My mom said I was whiny and crying when I was little and I had a slight fever. I got out of the hospital 2 months later from viral menigitis.

So, yes, it could be worse

10:30 PM  
Blogger Prism said...

Actually, I'm on the other side of this one (my kids not being that old yet...I'm sure I'll make the same mistake at some point.)

But I remember being around 6 or so at a petting zoo in Canada, and I screamed as a deer (or goat...?) bit me. My parents told me to quit screaming; there was nothing wrong. Until they lifted my shirt finally and saw the bit marks...I never look at petting zoos the same anymore.

And then there's the time my cat scratched my breast from fright when I was 16, and as I screamed, again, my Mom yelled at me to be quiet...why did I scream like that (Oh, I don't know mom...stupid me!) Anyway, still have the scar from that one, so believe me, it was deep enough for a scream!

So apparently all moms do it.

10:37 PM  
Blogger A said...

Is it bad that I find that more funny than sad? ;P

I once told my 3 year old (yes, I'm mean too) to close his mouth and stop screaming when he had just been complaining about not getting chocolate milk. Turns out he had stuck his finger in the socket and ELECTROCUTED himself. Yeah, that was a proud moment. He was more upset that (he thought) I didn't care, than he was about hurting himself.

I remember being around 10 years old and went to Sea World with my family. I am the oldest of 4 kids, and the younger ones went on a kiddie ride or something. My dad and I were playing around and he was racing me around in the dolphin stroller. He acted like he was going to crash into a pillar, and he turned away at the last second. Only problem was that my foot didn't turn with the rest of me. I told my parents my ankle hurt and i couldn't walk. They said I was being a big baby and made me walk around on it THE REST OF THE DAY at Sea World. We got home and they finally too a look at my ankle. It was swollen up huge and blue. Turns out it was BROKEN. Yep. I'm 27 and still bitter. :)

2:59 AM  
Blogger Meg said...

As you can tell from everyone else, I think this is one of those things you can expect to happen at least once as a parent...

Meg

7:55 AM  
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