I.
Why I love her:
Her bead work spills and runs all over the room, everywhere, everything wrecked, hours of work, destroyed, and:
Flora: Aaaaaaaah! There are not enough bad words in my vocabulary to express how I feel right now!
II.
Why I love him:
Cinder: Want me to turn off Mom’s computer so you can learn a few new ones?
(He doesn’t. So I really love him. And he makes Flora laugh.)
III.
Why I love him:
Sean: Oh, sweetheart. Want Daddy to help you pick them up?
IV.
Why I love him:
Ender: Moooooom! Look how brilliant I am! I am swinging from this rope, upside down, holding all my snakes with my feet! AND, I have a pencil in my nose!
Proof I love him: I take the pencil away. My wholesome neglect and permissiveness only go so far.
V.
Why they love me:
Jane: I am in a piss-bad mood, stressed, and possibly completely insane. No one talk to me, and more importantly, for fcksk, no one listen to anything I say!
VI.
Oh, how they know me:
Cinder: Is it because I was a big buttsack* all day?
Ender: It’s because I peed in the garbage can, not the toilet.
Flora: I think it’s because Mercury’s in retrograde.**
Sean: I’m going to run out and get some chocolate.***
♥
* It’s a metaphor. Don’t think about it too much. Don’t. You did, didn’t you?
** Also, how you know we live next door to a psychic.
*** I really am that easy.
xoxo
“Jane”
P.S. So… apparently half of Calgary needed to read Tuesday’s After the flood: Running on empty and why “Are things back to normal?” is not the right question post. Thank you for the tremendous response. I’m on deadline and behind on everything non-billable, but yes of course you can share it, reprint it, reblog it, and photocopy it (although … wouldn’t it be easier to just email the link?). Thank you.
P.P.S. Flora was Cousin Itt. Cinder was–creepy. Ender was sometimes a dragon and sometimes a dinosaur–anyway, a reptile with an identity crisis.
Love this 🙂
xoxo
VI.: Hilarious. Such great cadence, like something out of Chekov. And I laughed a lot.
Then my work is done.
And, my friends, Brian’s http://daddingfulltime.com/ blog is absolutely wonderful. Have a read.
Lovely. I don’t come here often enough as I went through my own meltdown and felt like a buttsack. I like that. Buttsack. Tell him I’m using it and will likely not give him credit.
He will be so proud. It is his own creation.
Yes, I did think about buttsack. But in the best of ways, because I, too, totally love you. Also good job on removing the pencil.
The people who think I’m a permissive, neglectful poor excuse for a mother (I quote one of the Reddiot commentors from the hair post directly) would be so shocked. (About the pencil thing.) 😛