My husband's work participated in a community-wide service project today. Employees were encouraged to bring along their children who were over the age of six. I stayed home with the baby and Camber and made an unexpected trip to the E.R. after cutting open my palm on a broken piece of glass (I'm totally fine despite the trauma of having to share a waiting room with a drunk man who kept blowing me kisses). My husband took Cortlen and Kellen with him.
According to several sources, the bus ride to the food bank went smoothly. The service project itself went off without a hitch. Things quickly went south when a friendly woman plopped herself into the vacant seat next to Kellen on the bus ride home. Things got downright ugly when the woman acknowledged my son's presence.
"I'm not even going to tell you all of the rude things that he did," my husband told me when he walked in the door, "But it included lots of pouting and pulling his shirt over his head when she asked him how he liked kindergarten."
I looked at my son but he didn't look back. He had already retreated to the safety of his shirt cave.
Sometimes sitting across the aisle from your dad and not right next to him is hard.
"Who was the woman?" I asked, biting my fingernails. Three hundred people from my husband's company were at the service project. The odds were in my favor.
Of course the woman was one of the company's most powerful and high-ranking vice presidents.
Of course.
January 18, 2010
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Here's hoping she's a vice president with kids so she will understand!
But, not putting my money on getting to be a powerful and high-ranking vp while also raising kids (unless she has the SAHD plus nanny thing going), sad but true you cannot do both and also sleep.
at least he didn't fling a booger at her... i imagine it could have been much worse..
At this summer's firm picnic, my son was heckling the managing partner at my H's firm for being too slow with the cotton candy machine ... I feel your pain.
Why did you diss the drunk man who was blowing you kisses? Everyone needs love sometimes ;) :P
Oh no!
First, sorry about your hand and having to share the waiting room with a drunk.
Second, that sounds like something my youngest would do and makes me crazy. Even if I say, "she is just shy" I know they think my kids are rude and in turn so am I. Sigh! At least my oldest never did that, he just talked their ear off.
I am a faithful reader who has never commented but this brought back a memory that made me laugh. I think it will make you feel better...
When my son was little (around 2 1/2), my husband took him to work at his investment banking firm in NYC. When a senior managing director (and my husbands boss) came into his office to meet my son, my son passes gas loudly, giggles and says "I just made a pootie". Mortified. Luckily, she took it pretty well and had a sense of humor but not really the way you want to present your pride and joy!!!
I swear...reading your posts always make me feel better about the behavior of my son. I feel for you but am thankful I'm not the only one who has a boy who does things that are embarrassing!
HAHA!! When our first born was 4, one of the members of the Bishopric reached out to shake his hand and said to him, "Hi, how ya doing?" To which my son replied, (something taught to him by his well educated father!), "Fine, Turkey Lips!" It happens to the best of us!!
Kids will be kids. What a great thing your hubby's company did though and awesome the kids were invited to participate. Your ER visit sounds like good blog fodder.
Just love your blog--and enjoy the historical refernces in other posts!! Nothing 'nerdy' about being informed! Every mother should strive to broaden their historical perspectives!:):) Come see us at mommydivainterchange.blogspot.com
Regards,Muffin
I had a hobo take my shoe off on the city bus once upon a long time ago... that went over about as awesome as having gum in your hair. The imposter of shoeage even attempted to suck my toes which sent me about more than reeling through the window behind me. Luckily the driver of the bus saw all transpiring events and rescued me from further trauma.
Although I have to say, having my son duck and dodge my Vice President via a t-shirt might be a bit more traumatic than being kissed by a hobo on the toe. I'd rather have the raise of an income than the raise of a hobo... well, you get the picture. *blinking and blushing* I like your blog. *exiting now before I cause more of a scene* ... lol
My daughters have not yet received an invite for a day at work with mom or dad! I'm starting to wonder if this is a good idea at all!!
Oh no! Of all of the people.. but like AlsoMean said, hopefully she has kids too. Better hiding then saying mean or rude things or screaming or something :)
HA! Anonymous totally just jinxed herself! Our kids are supposed to embarrass us! And then, when they are teenagers, we get to return the favor!
Thanks for sharing with us! I love your blog! I check it every day, sometimes twice!
one time the phone rang at an un-Heavenly hour.
I literally fell out of bed, and frogged a hello into the phone.
The caller on the other end says, "sorry wrong number"... I literally growled into the phone (my goodness - if you are going to call at that time of the day - get the number right!!)
Then, the caller apologizes again, but this time - calls me by name, and that is when I realized - IT WAS MY HUSBAND'S BOSS!
Some kids are comfortable talking to adults and some just aren't. You can't punish them or get angry at them for it.
I will make sure to tell my kids that I am, in fact, not he meanest mom, as I found the meanest mom on the internet. They'll never believe me, but I'll tell them!
Love your blog...newest follower!
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Oh, boy. When we moved to a new area from Seattle, my 3 year old verbal son went happily to his church primary sharing time. I hovered in the back if support was needed. The Primary leader held up the scriptures and asked, "Who knows what these are?" I smiled tearfully and proudly as my son's hand shot up in the air! Beaming moment: she called on him! He stated loudly and clearly, "We're not allowed to have those books in our house." What the...???
I wouldn't feel too badly. My dad worked as an assistant manager at a variety of Wal-Marts when I was little, and when we were living in Price a new store opened up. Sam Walton himself came to check it out, and instead of greeting him nicely like my dad wanted me too, I buried my face in the bottom of the shopping cart, stuck my little rear in the air, and howled about not being able to have the toy I wanted. I totally blew off Sam Walton. I was four. :)
when my twin boys were about 2 years old we'd go visit daddy at work at lunch time. Keep in mind my husband is a Marine and was an instructor at the 'school house'. the boys would run the halls yelling "Daddy, Daddy! Francis! Daddy where are you?!" running full tilt coming around one of the corners they ran smack into a CO (commanding officer). They looked up and noticed it wasn't daddy and said "Not Dadddy!" and kept running... The CO stopped me and asked me if those were my boys (i honestly wanted to say nope, never seen 'em in my life) until he continued on and said "I sure wish my ex-wife would have brought my kids to see me at work, maybe then she wouldn't be my ex. Let the boys go they'll find him and everyone will laugh about it." It brought tears to my eyes as I walked away, and then I remembered, he's not just a Marine, he's also a pretty awesome DADDY! From then on that's how my boys found their daddy at work!
I love kids. I really do. I can't wait to have a couple of my own and be humiliated by them. What a great story.
My son pulled that same kind of thing during a "social" where he would meet his future Kindergarten classmates. I was so mortified; he hid his face in his hands and refused to talk or play with anyone! He had never done it before and has not done it since! What is going on with these kids?!
Who, I'm assuming has very limited exposure to children?
what is wrong with you name your kids something normal already those aren't even names
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