| leatheflea |
01-10-2011 11:51 PM |
Havent had these cant sleep nights in a long time. Its a sign that I need to get a job. Anyway I sit here reading the threads, trying to be quiet as not to wake honey he has to work tomarrow. Its the usual, somebodies thread is bunching, endles supply of quilting fabrics for sale, memories of yesteryear, OBW, D9P, table runner, bed runners, and ditters daily dose.
After reading ditters post on going shopping with my wife I remembered what my children would do to me in the store when they were teenagers(and still do sometimes). We would be strolling down an isle and out of the clear blue(there had to be another costomer present) my son would start yelling at me...."How many times do I have to tell you not to touch the things on the shelves? You just wait till we get home!" The first time they did this I was in shock and I know it showed on my face. They would continue..."This is it, I'm not going anywhere with you again! Dads gonna be so mad, I bet he spanks you!" Now mind you they arent just talking they are yelling, people from isle over are coming to see what the comotion is all about. I would just walk away like I didnt know them.
There was a time when I worked 60 plus hours a week in a factory. Tired was not the word for it, i was averaging about 3-4 hours of sleep a night. So off to the store we would go after I got home from work(single mom). I'd just pull my shopping cart along behind me. Dropping things in not even looking at the cart, only to eventually turn around and those boogers had loaded my cart with anything they could find, 10 boxes of cereal, 20 bags of marshmellows, a case of poptarts, enough toilet paper for a year. I just stood there, paused and walked away from the cart went and sat on one of the end caps and told them to go get me another cart. they left the mounded cart sitting in the isle. So at this point I dont care anymore my kids have embarrassed me so much that I just cant imagine what could be worse. Here they come with the fresh empty cart. My oldest is arount 15 and my youngest son 12. The 12 year old is in the cart screaming "Go faster!". I had to laugh. "Boy get out of that cart, momma needs a place to sit" Yep, thats right after years of embarrasing mom in the grocery store it was my turn. I climbed my tired hiney in the back of the cart and made them pull me around in the store to get the things we needed(and they couldnt add any special items this time). I never got out of that cart till we got to the car. At one point I was waving at people like I was in a parade. To this day you never know what my kids will pull in the store. Heres a pic taken this past summer in Kohls, Ive posted it before. I can catch them in the act with my camera phone. http://www.quiltingboard.com/t-64648-1.htm |
