On Sunday afternoon, Camber moved out of the house. Since the arrival of a new chore chart a few weeks ago, life in the Mathews' house has become downright unbearable: not only are all of its five year-old occupants now required to hang up their bath towels after use (the horror!), they also must use utensils and chew with their mouths closed.
The straw that broke the camel's back was the announcement that lunch would not be served to individuals who did not pick their church clothes off of the floor and hang them in their closets.
"I'm leaving here and never coming back!" my daughter shouted as she lugged a pink plastic pet carrier stuffed with living essentials down the stairs.
"We'll miss you," said my husband as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
"Can I have her room?" Cortlen asked hopefully.
The soon-to-be emancipated minor let out a long angry howl. "That's it!" she screamed. "I'm leaving now!"
"I'm thinking about making some cookies later," I said. "Do you want to wait and take some for the road?"
The traveler weighed her options. Decisions, decisions. After successfully talking a poodle Webkin and Island Princess Barbie out of the pet carrier to make room for a Tupperware container of freshly baked treats, Camber decided that nothing would be lost by delaying her departure.
P.S. I have pictures of the event, but you'll have to wait until Cameron gets out of the hospital and I can get back to my computer at home!
The straw that broke the camel's back was the announcement that lunch would not be served to individuals who did not pick their church clothes off of the floor and hang them in their closets.
"I'm leaving here and never coming back!" my daughter shouted as she lugged a pink plastic pet carrier stuffed with living essentials down the stairs.
"We'll miss you," said my husband as he took a bite out of his sandwich.
"Can I have her room?" Cortlen asked hopefully.
The soon-to-be emancipated minor let out a long angry howl. "That's it!" she screamed. "I'm leaving now!"
"I'm thinking about making some cookies later," I said. "Do you want to wait and take some for the road?"
The traveler weighed her options. Decisions, decisions. After successfully talking a poodle Webkin and Island Princess Barbie out of the pet carrier to make room for a Tupperware container of freshly baked treats, Camber decided that nothing would be lost by delaying her departure.
P.S. I have pictures of the event, but you'll have to wait until Cameron gets out of the hospital and I can get back to my computer at home!
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Hope the baby continues to improve quickly.
That's funny, when we try that my mama use to say, 'let me help you pack'
See, I had a mean mama too!
My sister and I had ALL our clothing bagged up and in the car with my mom asking us where to drop us off before we finally caved.
Hope Cameron is back home soon!!
Ha! I tried running away when I was younger and my mom helped me pack too. Tough love works!
That is too funny. I can remeber when I was a kid packing a hammer (for protection) and a jar of jelly (to eat) in my suitcase when I was going to run away.
i pray Cameron will be home soon.
My daughter threatened to run away a couple of times. My son, however, only threatened to call the FBI on us when he had reached his limit. Fortunately, my best friend is a juvenile detective, and I could always say "Well, let me just call Miss Janette, and she'll direct you to the right place."
Our son is checking out colleges and the military. All my daughter has to say about this is "when you leave, I'm turning your room into a closet..."
I'm totally jealous of your title "The Meanest Mom." I want to be the meanest mom.
Sweet little Cameron is on my prayer list.
Yikes, Jana! Hope this gives him a good re-charge! And, it's not a long stay. OT...I saw a girl on BYU Weekly that I swear could be a sister of yours! You don't have a sister prof named Sarah?
I told my guys I'd pack their bags for them... :)
I seriously thought I was going to live in our tree fort when I was about 6. Never mind that we live in Wisconsin, where tree house living is a little chilly for 9 months out of the year!
Ceara never runs away from home, she just goes to grandmas and says she's never coming back.
Hope baby is home to stay soon...until he decides to run away from home in a few years...
I hope Cameron continues to love his new blood!
And I love to live vicariously through your family everyday. The first thing I do when I get to my computer in the morning is check out the latest adventures in the Meanest Mom's house!
My Mom will never let me forget the day I placed my chalk board on my bed, surrounded with my favorite stuffed animals and wrote a deeply saddened note about how no one loved me and I was leaving home. (little did she no at the time, I just went on a bike ride around the neighborhood b/c I was ticked off) But she claims she new I wouldn't go far b/c I left behind "Skinny" (my very much loved, still in my attic, floppy white polar bear) LOL
Good thing you had cookies!
Lots of happy thoughts, hope Cameron's home soon!
Here's a good story for you. My 8 yr. old nephew, who was told not to come out until the room was clean, made signs complete with perforated phone numbers, saying, "Wanted, new family for 3 kids, our parents treat us like soor (sewer) rats". He hung them on the mail box and at the end of the street.
I hope your little one gets better.
My Princess is 3 going to be 4 in February. She says she is going to leave all the time. Makes it down the stairs. I tell her to pack panties and some food because she wont have a place to do laundry and she wont have anyone to make her food for her. I then walk back inside and wait...
She returns. I ask her why she came back. She says cause I was just mad.
tough love!!!
Sometimes I still want to run away...
No one makes me cookies.
Hoping your little guy recovers soon, and kicks that thing once and for all.
Hugs to you!
Emily did that once too when she was about 4. She made it down the street with her Pooh suitcase. I guess she didn't really have a "running away" plan because she sat on that suitcase for a while and then came home. Poor Abby thought for sure she was really leaving and cried hysterically the whole time. Ahhh the drama of girls....
I love it. I totally ran away with my laundry basket full of treasures once, but my mom came after me once I hit the highway. Blast! God Bless that little Cameron of yours.
I think "helping my kids pack" would work for the oldest two, but I think Tim would really leave the house. (takes himself for walks already and he's only two...we have chains on all or our doors)
At least she was willing to wait for the cookies, looking for berries this time of year might come up scarce.
Get better Cameron, we're rootin' for you.
My sister "ran away" because she felt like no one was paying attention to her. She left a dramatic note on a scrap of paper. My mom vacuumed it up. Her suspicions confirmed, sis came back several hours later, completely ticked off that no one was out looking for her.
I LOVE IT! I remember running away when I was little. I expect my children will do it as payback...
I love it! I remember my mom wanting to scare me by kicking me out. She said, "I will by you a one way ticket anywhere." And I yelled, "Hawaii!" Bummer she never went for it.
Too much. She was really serious!
Hope your baby gets better soon.
I LOVE your stories! I ran away a million times in the first grade too. Guess it's a girl thing.
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