Mother of the Year...

I had pneumonia in the seventh grade, and when I came back to school my mom wrote me a note, as a joke, that said

"Please excuse Julie from school. She was abducted by aliens"

And then, she drew little flying saucers on the note. The school secretary accepted it, looked at me very very oddly, and then put the note in her file cabinet. To this day, my mom denies doing it. I bet somewhere in a manila folder is that note though.

Originally Posted by Zissou'sMom

I had pneumonia in the seventh grade, and when I came back to school my mom wrote me a note, as a joke, that said

"Please excuse Julie from school. She was abducted by aliens"

And then, she drew little flying saucers on the note. The school secretary accepted it, looked at me very very oddly, and then put the note in her file cabinet. To this day, my mom denies doing it. I bet somewhere in a manila folder is that note though.

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That is terrific!

That reminds me of a story:

When I was eight, I broke my nose in gym (well, in fairness, I didn't break it - someone else did it for me).

My mother refused to believe that it was broken. The next time (months later, though sometime within six months as I saw my ENT every six months), she asked him to reassure me that there was nothing wrong with my nose. He looked at her in disbelief from across the room and said "Mrs. ******, it's obvious from here that your daughter's nose is broken."

I was so thrilled! Finally, vindication!

Sadly, he went on to explain that I would have to wait until I stopped growing to get it fixed. So for the next eight years my nose was basically parelle to my face.

Originally Posted by Zissou'sMom

I had pneumonia in the seventh grade, and when I came back to school my mom wrote me a note, as a joke, that said

"Please excuse Julie from school. She was abducted by aliens"

And then, she drew little flying saucers on the note. The school secretary accepted it, looked at me very very oddly, and then put the note in her file cabinet. To this day, my mom denies doing it. I bet somewhere in a manila folder is that note though.

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That is FUNNY!

Originally Posted by Satai

That is terrific!

That reminds me of a story:

When I was eight, I broke my nose in gym (well, in fairness, I didn't break it - someone else did it for me).

My mother refused to believe that it was broken. The next time (months later, though sometime within six months as I saw my ENT every six months), she asked him to reassure me that there was nothing wrong with my nose. He looked at her in disbelief from across the room and said "Mrs. ******, it's obvious from here that your daughter's nose is broken."

I was so thrilled! Finally, vindication!

Sadly, he went on to explain that I would have to wait until I stopped growing to get it fixed. So for the next eight years my nose was basically parelle to my face.

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This reminds me of my parents. I kept telling them I couldn't see the chalkboard in school, but they thought I was making it up just so I could have glasses like my sister. Finally, whent he school did the eye check, they were sent a note telling them to get me to the eye doctor. I got the appt, they flashed up the letters and said "Read the smallest line of letters you can." I replied, "what letters?" All I could see was light. My mother still feels awful for ignoring me!

I remember finally getting my glasses and it was like the world was a different place, birghter colors, signs, etc.

Now, of course, I hate my glasses and have worn contacts for 14 years!

Originally Posted by AnnasMom

This reminds me of my parents. I kept telling them I couldn't see the chalkboard in school, but they thought I was making it up just so I could have glasses like my sister. Finally, whent he school did the eye check, they were sent a note telling them to get me to the eye doctor. I got the appt, they flashed up the letters and said "Read the smallest line of letters you can." I replied, "what letters?" All I could see was light. My mother still feels awful for ignoring me!

I remember finally getting my glasses and it was like the world was a different place, birghter colors, signs, etc.

Now, of course, I hate my glasses and have worn contacts for 14 years!

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I know having kids is hard, but sometimes parents are plain weird

What kid would make that up?

K well I wasnt going to tell anyone this. Because I was so Irked about it, and it was a while ago.

I had to work in the morning, and Brandon REALLY sleeps hard. I knew our daughter was going to get up soon, so I tried waking him up. He finally told me he was awake..and just kind of laid there with his eyes open a little bit. He assured me it was ok to go work now, and that he was awake.
So I put my daughter on the bed with Brandon, and left for work.

I was already 10 minutes late to work from trying to wake him up.
About an hour after being at work, I got a wierd "motherly" feeling. And called home that minute.
-No answer-
Called again
-No answer-
So I said to my manager, sorry have an emergency, need to kill a boyfriend. And then I raced home.
So I arrive home. I open the door. And there is my daughter sitting on the kitchen floor INSIDE of her birthday cake that was about 2 days old. She had some toddler forks to help her, and she was COVERED in cake. It was all over the kitchen..all over the walls, and floors.
So i walked into the bedroom, and there he is. On the bed. As fast asleep as a person can be. I started yelling at the top of my lungs, and throwing things at him.
Needless to say, that's never happened again.

Originally Posted by lilleah

K well I wasnt going to tell anyone this. Because I was so Irked about it, and it was a while ago.

I had to work in the morning, and Brandon REALLY sleeps hard. I knew our daughter was going to get up soon, so I tried waking him up. He finally told me he was awake..and just kind of laid there with his eyes open a little bit. He assured me it was ok to go work now, and that he was awake.
So I put my daughter on the bed with Brandon, and left for work.

I was already 10 minutes late to work from trying to wake him up.
About an hour after being at work, I got a wierd "motherly" feeling. And called home that minute.
-No answer-
Called again
-No answer-
So I said to my manager, sorry have an emergency, need to kill a boyfriend. And then I raced home.
So I arrive home. I open the door. And there is my daughter sitting on the kitchen floor INSIDE of her birthday cake that was about 2 days old. She had some toddler forks to help her, and she was COVERED in cake. It was all over the kitchen..all over the walls, and floors.
So i walked into the bedroom, and there he is. On the bed. As fast asleep as a person can be. I started yelling at the top of my lungs, and throwing things at him.
Needless to say, that's never happened again.

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Im sorry but that just TOTALLY sounds like something my 2 y/o would do~and my hubby sleeps SO hard it is irritating~ LOL. Bet he doesnt do that again,huh?

Let's see, myself as a mother, I've been too tired to give Brandon a bath so I wiped him down with baby wipes

Apparently when I was little, I used to like to play in Crisco. I was covered from head to toe in it and my mom swatted my rear and sent me flying across the kitchen floor (she barely tapped me) just as my dad walked in the room. He thought she had hit me hard enough to send me across the room. Nope, I was just lubed up

Then, when I was a sophomore in highschool I had mono and only missed 3 days of school. My mom wouldn't take me to the doctor, she said it was just a sore throat. Keep in mind, she's a nurse. I should have been out for about 2 weeks

When I was one and a half my mother broke a large glass baking dish all over the kitchen floor. She locked me out of the area and swept it up for a little over an hour. When she let me back in I cut by knee on a piece of glass. I still have the scar.

The other incident during my childhood is somewhat funny. We had a small creek that ran through out back yard. When it got hot the snakes would come up out of the mud and into the house (mind you NONE of these snakes were poisonous). She was doing laundry and heard my brother gasp. As she rounded the corner into the living room she saw a small black snake chilling out the floor. She ran out of the house screaming, well she forgot that I was playing in the same room as the snake. She ran back into the house, grabbed me, and then called my father.

These are so funny! I'm not sure I have anything good to share!

Oh where do I start?

Once when Justice was about 1½ he was up all night with a cold. When he finally fell asleep I stayed up and cleaned the kitchen until about 4 am. I ended up falling asleep on the couch and left the baby gate to the hallway open that way he could just come out and I would wake up. I guess I slept a little harder then I thought I would because he went into the bathroom and got into a jar of petrolium jelly. He smeared it all in his hair thinking it was hair gel I guess . I washed his hair with anything I could... including Dawn dishsoap... nothing got it out. He walked around for about a week with greasy hair


Another one was with Deacon. He was around 2 yrs old when we went to Sam's club and bought a HUGE box of Jello Pudding Cups. We let both the boys have 1 after dinner for a desert. Well he wanted more and of course he wasn't allowed. Well he decided sometime in the middle of the that he was going to eat about 15 pudding cups ! We went to wake them up to get ready for daycare and school and he was asleep in the middle of the floor covered from head to toe in chocolate pudding! Little boogers!

I have also been known to let them have cereal for dinner and yes, I have also wiped down the boys instead of giving them baths. And yes, they have worn the same shorts/pants to school 2 days in a row
And Deacon is prone to not wearing socks because it's not worth the fight in the mornings because the seams are "bothering" him. They don't always get thier hair brushed before being send to school. And I have given them cookies or chips for breakfast because I was running late or again, didn't want to fight with them.....I have let them watch "Beavis & Butthead" and even South Park ( I know, that's bad) just because I was too tired and they were quiet so I could sleep.... Bad Mommy!

Originally Posted by DixieDarlin256

Bad Mommy!

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I think that would be called normal mommy!