Monday, November 01, 2010

Slime and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails...

*Sigh* Anyone who has boys can relate to this post.

Don't get me wrong, I love my boys. But man, do they have to be so...messy? I mean, they're like little bulldozers sometimes. Thing Three is the worst. He comes home from school on any given day with marker all over his hands, grass stains and mud all over his clothes, sneakers full of rocks and wood chips, and sometimes, sometimes, he still has a ring around his mouth from lunch. I know, **GASP!**

One reason why I don't give him chocolate pudding in his lunch any more, and if I do, I give him a NAPKIN.

Thing Two is different. He doesn't get as messy (the benefits of having a germ-phobic kid) but he puts everything in his shorts/pants pockets. And I mean EVERYTHING. Over the years I've had rocks in my dryer, crayons, chapstick, marbles, legos, bouncy balls, toys, candy wrappers, and my favorite--DS GAMES. Lucky for me they've made those things pretty indestructible. I've had three occasions where DS games have been washed and dried and still worked fine. But please don't try this at home for kicks and giggles, because I really think it's by sheer dumb luck they weren't melted or broken. AND YES I CHECK HIS POCKETS NOW BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY FERSHLUGGING POCKETS SHORTS HAVE ON THEM THESE DAYS???????

And my toddler--oy, don't get me started on him. I change his shirt twice a day. I think his record is FOUR shirt changes in twelve hours. Can they isolate the gene that makes kids want to jump into every mud puddle they see? And while they're at it, can they isolate the gene that turns kids deaf to my screams around the age of five???

I guess I'm ranting a little. Well, I have BOYS.

Thank heaven my one girl has finally outgrown being a Tomboy. For the most part. :-)


ps--I'm on day six of "no soda." Here's to not falling off the wagon!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

OMG I can so relate. I have two boys and they drive me crazy with the messes.

Good luck with the soda.

Janey

B. K. Birch said...

My seventeen-year-old still leaves things in his pockets, is deaf to his father's yelling (I don't yell - much) and still plays in mud puddles except for now he uses his JEEP.

As I was driving through the neighborhood looking for evidence of mischief after Halloween I saw many smashed pumpkins on the road, but the one stuck on top of the stop sign was definitely HIS.

Boys!