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Friday, December 9, 2011
I don't know how I did it but I did. That just sounds weird.
I don't know how I did this but I did. Yup, still sounds weird.
Anyway, take a look at that picture down there. My youngest kid went and stuck her head in the corner after she did the same bad thing about ten times in a row and I got sick of it. She self-cornered.
After I got all pissed and blew it, I said something along the lines of, "Gurl, now you've gone and done it. Momma's mad. How many times do I have to say NO? You get yourself to that corner this instant and take a time out."
And damned if she didn't march her little diapered ass over to that corner and plug her head between the two walls.
I know, they are two of the shortest walls, ever. Think support beam and open concept.
Like a good mom I took a picture to immortalize it. Maybe use it as a hand-out at her wedding or something. I don't know. And yes, I already know I'm going to hell. Those of you ahead of me can save me a seat, not too close to the furnace though, you know how protective I am of my face with those big sun hats and all. Go here if you want to see what I mean (scroll down a bit) and for the love of all things good and holy, stop checking out my ass.
It would have been nice to know how I managed to self-corner this kid. It would have been even nicer if I could have done this with my first two kids. I'm a thinking it would have probably saved a good seven or eight years of fruitless yelling, bribing, cajoling and/or other awkward discipline moments but whatever.
I'm still scratching my head. How the fuck did I do that???
And that's how I'm going to end this post. Just like that.
I don't have anything else today except the start of a head-cold and the feeling that I have to go pee sooner than later.
That should count for something, right?