Do you ever take a step back from your life and wonder... how in the world did I get here? You know one of those Zach Morris moments when everything freezes and you break it down. I'v had these moments when dancing at some random nursing home... tap shoes on freshly polished floors... slipping knock knees... the smell of adult pampers and sugar free koolaid filling my head... the half coherent woman in the front is wheeling circles round the man (speaking in tongues?) throwing napkin pieces at the nurse. I was about 12... that was one of my first, "I never woulda thought" moments...
SO HOW BOUT YALL>? Do you ever just say "timeout", how did I get here? Let me know... I'm sure they are all different AND it could be recent... or as I shared... awhile back.
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I find myself having those moments when I look at my children.
Take the blue tarp with three potty chairs and three naked kids running around...how did I get there?
Or hearing the youngest scream at the top of her lungs "NO NO My baby doll!!!!!" How did that happen to me?
Sometimes I just wonder, what was I thinking??? Or maybe I just wasn't thinking...
Glad to see you here Bek and especially touched that I made the favorite people list. Love you!
Yes! I remember those moments! The only thing that makes this funnier is the fact that I was standing next to you and we were adorned with matching purple frocks, fishnets and sequined hats w/ feathers flopping over one eye (so ashlee style).
Where was th modesty checklist when we REALLY needed it?!
Bek, I have those moments frequently. It's usually when the kids are doing something they're not supposed to and things go from bad to worse. Before I could take Samuel to the doctor on Monday I was rushing to get dressed and get the kids dressed and the diaper bag packed, etc. samuel was standing on the couch. I yelled. "NOOOOO!" And in slow motion he fell over. Head first. Smash. Then Libby gets on the couch laughing and tried to do the same thing. they both ended up screaming and crazy with me carrying one on each hip upstairs so I could change their diapers and get them out of PJ's. Yeah, I never woulda though.
Jennifer L.
P.S.~ Love your blog. I need it.
haha Wendy I was there that day with the blue tarp with 3 naked kids running around getting their m&m for using the potty! haha
ummmmm i have one those moments every week! haha well the funniest or most popular one would be the story of me in the Williamsburg lighting show when i rubbed the "Fat Lady's" butt thinking it was my mother stand beside me! AYYYY i never woulda thought!
(For those reading this i was really young i don't make it a habit to rub my mother's butt!)
I live in TEXAS...
:( aww katie
I love Katie's comment.
Bek, my life is too "normal" nowadays. I need to hang out with you more :)
Ummm...cleaning up "tinkle sprinkles" EVERY DAY in my class' bathroom...oh, and looking forward to throwing on my grubbiest pj pants and vegging out on the couch doing NOTHING on Friday nights... yeah, that pretty much sums it up!! (don't get me wrong, I love my job...pee pee and all)
I have a good one... How about being at the airport alone (MOVING across country) with three children, one of whom is 2 months old. I am needing to use the bathroom badly, so off to the potty it is. I force my boys to come in the women's restroom with me against their will. I was alone, what else could I do? So, the business is done, all with a two month old strapped to my chest, stand up, turn to flush the toilet & what do I see in the unflushed toilet??? MY PLANE TICKETS. They had fallen out of my back pocket & into the toilet. Proceed to ticket counter, hand the dripping wet tickets over to the ticket agent, explained where I had retrieved them & ask for them to be reissued. All the while, my adorable little daughter is SCREAMING her head off. Why, oh why is she screaming? Well, somehow after the tickets in the toilet fiasco, I am in the bathroom, still, deciding what I will say to get new tickets, deciding if I will even get on the plane now; changing her diaper, putting her back in the snuggli, only to not properly place her in it... Apparently, one of her legs was bent back completely behind her body. Ouch. So, no wonder every single person in the airport was staring at me carrying soaking wet, dripping plane tickets with this screaming one leg looking child strapped to my chest. Needless to say, a fit of rage was on the brink. It pretty much continued for the first two years out here. Peace.
P.S. Ruth's leg is fine now. Hopefully, she will have no memory of the near child abuse I inflicted upon her.
hahahaha. wow. judy takes the cake. man, i can imagine that whole scenario... the closest thing to that i can remember was "This one time at summercamp..." but for real, i dropped my bathing suit top in the toilet getting changed.... i was so embarrassed i booked it as fast as my chubby chaffing legs could carry me to the pool, and jumped in real quick so people didn't know my top was mysteriously wet... but i didn't have screaming children etc etc.. your still the winner
I would have to agree with Katie... "I never woulda thought I’d live in TEXAS, in TEXAS!" For real, though, who lives here? The weird thing is, is that most people that are born here, don't leave... The state has some weird brain washing technique they do in school, where they force children, at a very young age, to recite why Texas is the best country (oops...i mean state) and force them to by clothing made out of the state flag. Although, on many occasions, I have been forced into stores to buy my matching state flag shirt and hair bow, God has provided an out…(He did promise that no temptation is too great to overcome). Life is like a bowl of cherries…(I don’t know the rest but I am sure it would have been a great way to end my comment).
How about totally falling asleep on a toilet in an airport in Turkey (maybe it was Russia, it's all a blur). It was possibly only a few minutes, but how disorienting! Waking up with a lil drool trickling from my chin and pants around my ankles. Hmmm?
Happy Birthday Bek!!!!!!!!!! Hope your next year is better than ever!
Wanting the see the wedding from your perspective...
waiting patiently
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