Tuesday, October 21, 2008

TRIP to Idabel.

So, Friday I decide I need to run to Idabel. I need to go get a prescription at Wally World. So, on the way, we stop at Sharps. I find a good deal on some Cruel Girls, and we go to leave. Well, if any of you have ever shopped at Sharps, you know that they follow you around like you are going to steal them blind! Well, both of the boys decide that they need to pee. I tell them to wait until Wal-Mart, because IF sharps had a bathroom, they would follow you in it to make sure you wasn't taking their stuff! So, I head out to the van, and I tell Jack to stand on the sidewalk. I can see his little head over the hood of my van, but nothing else. When I head around the van, I see that Jack has his pants down, peeing in the street!!!!! I start screaming, STOP! STOP! STOP! I then proceed to spank him for something we just trained him to do. I then explain to him that, you cant pee in town. Only at home, in our backyard, IN TOWN! So, I get them loaded up. We FINALLY get out of Wal-Mart, and I turn around to back out, and I notice black ink on my very back seat. The one that Parker sets in. I ask him why he wrote on my seat. He tells me that he wanted to write his name. I calm down enough to look, and not only is there a BIG BLACK circle drawn on my seat, but BIG BLACK Parker drawn on the head rest!!!

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I am a 28-year-old mother of three. Yes, three! I stay at home, and care for my kiddos. Parker, is five going on six. Jack is two going on three. And, Isabella is 10 weeks old. They all have very different personalities. Parker is the funny one that makes friends easy. Jack, is funny, but mean funny. Izzy, is well 10 weeks. We are not sure about her. So, this is where I will rant about the crazy things that go on in my life. Seeing as I don’t have TV, and internet is the only link to the outside. And, I wanted to see how many times I could make my dear old friend go into the fetal position, from my lack of good grammar. You know who you are! If you raise your kids by the book, and listen to all the experts on raising a child, this blog is not for you! And, if you feel at any point you should call DHS, ask me for the number!