- Well, just put something on. You can't go to school naked. *whine stomp stomp* FINE. Do what you want.
- Look, homework is just a teacher's way of keeping you busy. Overall, it doesn't really matter.
- Yes, Kendall came come over, just don't go near mom - she's gross and germy.
- Are you ever going to scoop the cat box? *12 year old boy response, unheard* Well, no Xbox until it's done. *no sound of scooping, sound of Xbox turning on* *smell of cat box filtering through the stuffed nostrils of mom*
- Whooooo! *sounds of Mr. Stoney playing Xbox with 12 year old*
- Just... dig something out of the laundry. But it's not clean! Eh, no one in elementary school notices that stuff.
I swear to god, Emily had a ZIP-LOC BAG of NUTELLA for her lunch today. And a sleeve of crackers. I GUESS I'M NOT SICK ANYMORE. (And I almost think she scooped the Nutella with her hand. There's no dirty spoon in the sink. *cries*)
On the bright side, the Mister did reach a new level on Call of Duty 4. So. There's something. O_O
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:42 pm (UTC)And poor Emily and her "lunch"! Though Nutella is delicious...
For the sake of the world as you know it, lol, feel better soon! :D
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:58 pm (UTC)Eh, three and a half days down is enough in his book, I suppose. :(
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:46 pm (UTC)::gives you the good kleenex::
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:57 pm (UTC)*head desk*
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:46 pm (UTC)I'm sorry your convalescence wasn't as restful as it could have been. I do hope you are feeling better. Maybe some Guitar Hero will help.
<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:56 pm (UTC)Kendall is totally the child you will have one day, I know it. (Lee, I really REALLY heard all of that yesterday and today. GAAAH.)
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:08 pm (UTC)I'm still giggly *and* WTF at what you heard. Mr. Stoney, you have failed, sir. Do you hear me? FAILED! *shakes fists in fury* I think you should cough on his toothbrush and when *he* gets sick, ignore him. Because I'm spiteful like that.
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:54 pm (UTC)I think he's doing it on purpose. (I'm coughing on his toothbrush today. And ignoring him while he's sick.)
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:27 pm (UTC)Mine made me chicken soup and matzoh balls! The sick is full of dishes and he never empies the drain trap, but I'll take what I can get.
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Date: 2008-02-08 03:58 pm (UTC)I hope you don't get sick too often, your house might fall apart if you did.
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 04:11 pm (UTC)But thanks for the entertainment. I'm amused beyond measure.
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:15 pm (UTC)Good lord, my husband is full of FAIL today.
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:23 pm (UTC)mess up moreredeem himself. *g*no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 04:39 pm (UTC)Actually, that last one... I'm guilty of that one myself.
Looks like things are falling apart without you, Laura! Either that, or Mr. S would like you to think so...
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Date: 2008-02-08 04:56 pm (UTC)Boys are silly (esp. when they are old enough to know better.)
I never thought of putting nutella in zip-lock bag for Eamon's lunch. He would be stoked!
I would be grossed out. :)
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Date: 2008-02-08 05:08 pm (UTC)I'm recovering from the Stomach Bug from Planet Blearrghh and only resurfaced yesterday. I think that the guy did basically ok with taking care of the kid (cause there's just the one), but looking around the kitchen, it does seem that he relied heavily on breakfast foods for all meals; when I showed up at the table yesterday morning, Z. was like, "I'm so glad to have you back! *whispering* I don't want any more oatmeal for a while." Lordy, I don't either. Blecch.
Feel better sooon!
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Date: 2008-02-08 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-08 05:44 pm (UTC)Dude, I ♥ your family.
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Date: 2008-02-08 05:53 pm (UTC)Men being boys is all fine and good, and something I support--up to a point.
[[[hugs and get-well vibes!]]]
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Date: 2008-02-08 07:39 pm (UTC)(And thank you!)
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Date: 2008-02-08 06:39 pm (UTC)Sorry 'bout that. Self.
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Date: 2008-02-08 07:37 pm (UTC)You know, if you felt *really* bad about my misery, you'd send some cleaning help...
;)
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Date: 2008-02-08 09:37 pm (UTC)As cute as Mr. Stoney may be, he is no match for you, my dear.
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Date: 2008-02-08 07:54 pm (UTC)I really hope you feel better (and are not just forced out of bed to keep the house from falling apart).
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Date: 2008-02-08 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 03:33 am (UTC)My dad had to run the house. She went in on Christmas Day, and she had made chopped hamburg the night before planning to make lasagna (that didn't happen).
So. Dad's in charge, we eat chopped hamburg for every meal for 4 straight days "because we're not wasting the food in this house!" (and of course there was nothing else to eat) Then the day we went in to visit my mom in the hospital, she told me she remembers my brother and I walking in in un-ironed totally mis-matched clothing "you look like two homeless children!! Come give mommy a hug!" Then I cried: "Daddy made us eat hamburger chopped up for every meal" *Mom looks angrily at Dad*
My dad, at 54, STILL plays PlayStation 2, so I'm sorry that there isn't much hope in the future of new and improved husbandry =/ At least you have the comfort in knowing that you're not the only family who has issues when the mommy's away O_o
Now that I'm older though, I basically run the house while my parents work, and if I'm not around (during Tues/Thurs due to school, or if I'm sick - Godforbid!) the house falls apart - dirty everything, triple the amount of laundry, dishes, etc. Hungry doggy with no food, and my father and brother (54 and 16) fight like 4 year olds!! They can't get out of the house to hockey games (both play - yes, even my dad. Actually he won a gold medal at the Senior Olympics! \o/) without assistance or without killing one another trying to look for things (even though they are ALWAYS in the same place I always put them when I clean, and there is ALWAYS a screaming match *headdesk*
I'm 21, I'm too young to run a household!! *cries and prays for money for an apartment*
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Date: 2008-02-16 07:34 pm (UTC)Ugh, BOYS. I honestly, HONESTLY think there's a part of them that does this on purpose, thinking we won't ask them to help again if they mess up badly enough the first time. IT WON'T WORK, MEN.
I hope you win the biggest lottery ever so you can hire a squadron of helpers to do everything! (Like, a sleeve person and a shoe tie-r! DREAM BIG.) Hee!
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Date: 2008-02-16 07:13 am (UTC)Also: Your post makes me laugh with recognition. just broke my knee and am barely on crutches. And my husband bought himself and our teenboy the new MMO Pirates of the Burning Sea. I'd say I haven't seen them since except that the computers are in the dining room, so I see (and hear) them. Sigh.
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Date: 2008-02-16 07:33 pm (UTC)Oh my GOD, I gasped when I read you broke your knee. You poor BABY. (I have to have a knee replacement this year, and I'm terrified. ACK.)
I wish you a speedy recovery! (Um, and perhaps a maid, massuese, and personal chef to materialize out of thin air. Send them over to my place when you're done with them, 'kay?) :D