Ok, here's what goin on people:
NOTHIN.
So there.
Today:
Was juuusst gettin ready to run out the door to work this morning. brrrinng. brrrinng.
Me: Look at caller Id (big son) "Hello" (breathlessly waiting)? Uh Oh.
Him: "Mommy" (when this word is used= something not good), using little kid voice. Lots of noise in background.
Me: OMFreakingGod - he got in an accident. Ahhhhhhh! Heart beating a million miles an hour.
Him: "I was getting gas and I just threw up"
Me: "In your car?"
Him: "No, by the pump"
Me: "Just come home honey" The only time I can use the endearment without getting yelled at.
Yesterday:
Just FYI, he's 15
Littleson: knock, knock (on bedroom door in morning after shower)
Me: Oh God, he's sick again. Can't stay home AGAIN. Must do schoolwork. Cannot.fail.
Him: Walks in. Points to nose.
Me: Looks at nose. See redness. Brings littleson into bathroom.
Me: Looks at nose (bottom of left nostral). BIG UGLY RED UGLY SORE BLISTERY UGLY
Him: Looks at me
Me: Looks at him (wait for it)
Me: Gets cortisone. Hands to littleson
Him: Goes downstairs, puts cream on
Me: Hear him say "People are gonna make fun of me" Gawwdd.
Me: "Stay home" He's sick anyway.
You know what I'm gonna hear when I walk in the door tonight don't cha? Come on, you remember. "What's for dinner?"
Bye, bye now.
NOTHIN.
So there.
Today:
Was juuusst gettin ready to run out the door to work this morning. brrrinng. brrrinng.
Me: Look at caller Id (big son) "Hello" (breathlessly waiting)? Uh Oh.
Him: "Mommy" (when this word is used= something not good), using little kid voice. Lots of noise in background.
Me: OMFreakingGod - he got in an accident. Ahhhhhhh! Heart beating a million miles an hour.
Him: "I was getting gas and I just threw up"
Me: "In your car?"
Him: "No, by the pump"
Me: "Just come home honey" The only time I can use the endearment without getting yelled at.
Yesterday:
Just FYI, he's 15
Littleson: knock, knock (on bedroom door in morning after shower)
Me: Oh God, he's sick again. Can't stay home AGAIN. Must do schoolwork. Cannot.fail.
Him: Walks in. Points to nose.
Me: Looks at nose. See redness. Brings littleson into bathroom.
Me: Looks at nose (bottom of left nostral). BIG UGLY RED UGLY SORE BLISTERY UGLY
Him: Looks at me
Me: Looks at him (wait for it)
Me: Gets cortisone. Hands to littleson
Him: Goes downstairs, puts cream on
Me: Hear him say "People are gonna make fun of me" Gawwdd.
Me: "Stay home" He's sick anyway.
You know what I'm gonna hear when I walk in the door tonight don't cha? Come on, you remember. "What's for dinner?"
Bye, bye now.
2 Comments:
What a good mom that you let him stay home. He may still ask you what's for dinner, but he'll be eternally grateful.
That's motherhood!
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