Caitlyn came over to do her wash, after she left Aaron and I went on a trash run, then bought groceries.
Back home, everything is put up, and I'm just here.
I think I ate something bad at the homecoming yesterday because I have been sick to my stomach ever since.
I'm not making dinner, they can all find something themselves.
Oh well.
It's been a quiet day really.
Except at the Dollar Tree. A woman was in there with her kids. The boy, looked to be about 6, was running, yelling, knocking stuff over. The mom says "I'm going to tell them to whip you for breaking things." I looked at her and told her she should whip him before he breaks something. She started with the boys will be boys BS, but I just shook my head and walked away.
Everyone was happy when they left.
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We went to Olive Garden last night for dinner. (The boys wanted to go.) What a nightmare. Kids screaming, banging the table with their silverware...parents did nothing. The boys were in shock.
It's crazy! I just can not believe the chaos parents let go these days.
Me and you are from a different time.
I've already told Caitlyn I'd whoop both her and Jewel if she doesn't make her mind.
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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.
I know, I was in shock. The noise. I'm talking loud screaming at the top of little lungs. And no reaction from parents. My kids would have been removed from the restaurant immediately. And banging on the table? Never. When they were toddlers everything was removed from their reach and I brought puffs or cherrios to keep them busy.
It's pretty good. Of course they loop the movie all day long. I've been there many times since the cottage is about 20 minutes away plus I love to shop in Mystic and sometimes do the river boat ride. Well worth the cost.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
I know, I was in shock. The noise. I'm talking loud screaming at the top of little lungs. And no reaction from parents. My kids would have been removed from the restaurant immediately. And banging on the table? Never. When they were toddlers everything was removed from their reach and I brought puffs or cherrios to keep them busy.
I only removed things that could hurt them, everything else they learned to leave alone unless they were using it.
I didn't move things at home, either.
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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.
Spent the day at the river with some friends and the dogs. Z got in a really good swim and run. Crashed out for a few hours and now is mad because he had to have a bath (that river water is gross).
I bailed off a rock path into the water. Not hurt really, but could have been really really bad.
