Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Four Words a Mom Hates To Hear

I feel guilty for my recent absence. While I have several posts brewing in draft mode, I haven't been successful in google results to add that "perfect photo" for a few of them which to me, seems to tie things all together.

Today would be different she thought to herself. She created a list of to-do things and was ready to tackle the day. And then it happened.

6:21 am: The bedroom door bursts open, as she attempts to pry open one eyelid...

and then, she hears those four fucking words every mom dreads hearing from a child...


So here begins her day, with this being all I got for a post. A lousy excuse as to why I hope to be here bright and cheery tomorrow.

A new day.




Hahahaha! I know those four words well... Usually followed by my four words.


Just A Chic... said...

Uhhh! Take it from someone who has had to deal with my fair share of puke lately...better you than me!

We'll be patiently awaiting your return.

ModernMom said...

Ahh I feel your pain. I have one home today. We made a "towel pathway" from the bedroom to the bathroom to try and spare the rug!! UGG

the iNDefatigable mjenks said...

No pictures of puke?

Stacie said...

oh no, and those ARE some dreaded words. hang in there!

SBC said...

I just wanted to say a big THANK YOU for leaving the photo out for today. Bless you.

Blonde Goddess said...

At least you get a warning. My sweet children usually make it into my room just as they begin puking.
A warm rush of liquid near the side of my head is the normal announcement that they're sick.

Hope the little bugger feels better soon.

moooooog35 said...

Just be lucky it's not these four words:

"I think I'm pregnant."

Puke is the least of your worries.

Dorsey said...

At least you get fair warning. The WORST is just laying in bed and hearing "those telling sounds" from nearby.

binks said...

What the heck is wrong with you peeps? I trained mine very early that you go lay on the mat by the toilet if you are going to puke. Take your pillow if necessary.

And yell, real loud.
I'll come eventually.
Does that qualify me as a bad mother???

Friggin' Moooooog cracks me up.