I hate kids. Especially mine. Well, at least today.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
SS has decided to use the throwing up episode to his advantage. He can now only eat meat and bread. He ate two slices of ham and two slices of prime rib and cornbread. But broccoli, which is his favorite, and black eyed peas he can't eat because "they will make him throw up". When I informed him he'd better start eating some of the food he gave me a go to hell look. DN and Sparkly are fighting...
We just sent everyone home and I'm in my pajama's.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
They're both hung over. Nuff said. Technically they're both hungover and they were supposed to be here for dinner at six. We ASKED them what time would be best FOR THEM. We knew they'd be out drinking and we wouldn't so we planned dinner around them. DN calls and says she needs us to do dinner at five because that's when Sparkly wants to eat and he's not coming unless he gets to eat early. We converse and say Okay, we can push it up a little bit, about 5:30, but that's about the best we can do because the ham and prime rib won't be ready. She says he's not coming anyway. Then she calls and says he IS coming but he's not happy. DH told her to leave the drama at her house. They showed up and he was fine. They're both hung over and grumpy. He got really happy when he discovered we had some poppers and sparklers left over from last night.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Start the new year right by teaching and encouraging respect.
Absolutely!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Broccoli can cause gas and if you eat something enough, you get tired of it.
Black eyed peas are nasty.
We had pork chops, butter beans, mashed potatoes, spinach and green peas.
I only ate the pork chop, spinach and potatoes.
C only ate the butter beans and potatoes.
A ate a pork chop and some potatoes and spinach.
J didn't eat any of it.
Mom and dad picked through and got what they wanted.
About 2 hours later C was heating a can of beef stew. She and her brothers ate some of that.
The left overs from lunch is still in there. No one has wanted any more of it and I am trying to get it all cleaned up.
I am also having chips and queso blanco dip for dinner.
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Well, he loves broccoli but he was just being a brat. Yes, that is possible. It has never caused him an issue before. And there was nothing wrong with the black eyed peas. He told me beforehand he liked them. He was just using the "I threw up" card to get out of eating. It didn't work.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I rarely make foods he doesn't like. I make black eyed peas one day a year. He loves all kinds of beans and he said he loved these. He'd had my broccoli and cheese casserole before and loved it. He was just being a snot head because he didn't get what he wanted earlier in the day.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
And if a kid doesn't want to eat, I don't make them.
They eat when they are hungry.
It's just me.
Like someone once said, not a hill I want to die on.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
We had company over last night - after DH said he didn't want to do anything, he invited people over! We had fun, and rang in the New Year together. It's the anniversary of our first date so it's always a big deal for us.
Today, we were a bit hung over so we took it easy. Put me on the "didn't shower" list.
If we need contributions to the bail fund, let me know. I have a small stash I could break into. 😝
Anyone want to come undecorate for me? DD won't let me start until the Epiphany but I would like it out of here sooner. Done with it.
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Out of all the lies I have told, "just kidding" is my favorite !
And if a kid doesn't want to eat, I don't make them.
They eat when they are hungry.
It's just me.
Like someone once said, not a hill I want to die on.
We all know you are a perfect mother. This is my house and I will do as I please and I don't appreciate being told how to parent.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
And if a kid doesn't want to eat, I don't make them.
They eat when they are hungry.
It's just me.
Like someone once said, not a hill I want to die on.
We all know you are a perfect mother. This is my house and I will do as I please and I don't appreciate being told how to parent.
Wow. If that is what you got out of my posts then I am sorry. That is not what I was doing.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.