Thanksgiving divorce
Did I catch your attention with the title of this post? If so, read on and you’ll find out why, my dear reader.
Sophia woke me up around 5:30ish this morning with her usual visit to mommy and daddy’s room. I can hear her little steps down the hall and finally a push to open our door. But she just stood there, by the doorway, afraid to be ushered back to her room like we always did when it was too early during the night. I refrained from calling out to her to see how long she can stand there by the door. So finally after a few minutes, she advanced to daddy’s side of the bed and was pulled up by him, cozily planted under the flannel sheets and blankets.
I was about to doze back to sleep, but it was Parker’s turn to make noise. I went in his room to find him soaked in pee. The kid can pee like a race horse. Even with the largest diaper size (for overnight protection), his pee traveled all the way up to his armpit. After wiping him clean, change into clean/dry clothes and changing his crib sheet, we went downstairs to get milk and back to bed.
It’s now 6:30 and I’m wide-awake, I might as well be up and get ready for our trip to NJ to visit the in-laws. If you travel with kids, you know you’d need at least 1,753 stuff in the car, be it snacks, toys, books, things to keep them busy for the four loooong hours on the road.
Anyway, where was I going with this post…oh yeah, Thanksgiving. I wish you and your loved ones a happy Thanksgiving! There are many things that I’m thankful for this year, my Tyler, my Trent, my Sophia, my Parker, my husband, my family and my friends. But most importantly, my sister is recovering every day from her bout with cancer, looking forward to going back to work and she even has her own hair back. Here’s to many more healthy days ahead!
So, don on your comfortable elastic-waist pants, loose-fitting shirt, go forth and chow but don’t forget to leave room for desserts! I’ll get back on the “diet wagon” after this weekend.
And lastly, my neighbor sent me the following, my husband and I said that with four kids…we hope we don’t have to resort to the following when our kids are grown.
Thanksgiving Divorce
A man in Jacksonville calls his son in San Diego the day before
Thanksgiving and says, ‘I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you
that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is
enough.
‘Pop, what are you talking about?’ the son screams.
We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,’ the father says. ‘We’re sick of each
other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Denver and tell her.’
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. ‘Like heck
they’re getting divorced,’ she shouts, ‘I’ll take care of this,’
She calls Jacksonville
NOT getting divorced. Do not do a single thing until I get there. I am
calling my brother back, and we will both be there tomorrow. Until then,
don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?’ and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. ‘Okay,’ he says,
‘they’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way.
Did I catch your attention with the title of this post? If so, read on and you’ll find out why, my dear reader.
Sophia woke me up around 5:30ish this morning with her usual visit to mommy and daddy’s room. I can hear her little steps down the hall and finally a push to open our door. But she just stood there, by the doorway, afraid to be ushered back to her room like we always did when it was too early during the night. I refrained from calling out to her to see how long she can stand there by the door. So finally after a few minutes, she advanced to daddy’s side of the bed and was pulled up by him, cozily planted under the flannel sheets and blankets.
I was about to doze back to sleep, but it was Parker’s turn to make noise. I went in his room to find him soaked in pee. The kid can pee like a race horse. Even with the largest diaper size (for overnight protection), his pee traveled all the way up to his armpit. After wiping him clean, change into clean/dry clothes and changing his crib sheet, we went downstairs to get milk and back to bed.
It’s now 6:30 and I’m wide-awake, I might as well be up and get ready for our trip to NJ to visit the in-laws. If you travel with kids, you know you’d need at least 1,753 stuff in the car, be it snacks, toys, books, things to keep them busy for the four loooong hours on the road.
Anyway, where was I going with this post…oh yeah, Thanksgiving. I wish you and your loved ones a happy Thanksgiving! There are many things that I’m thankful for this year, my Tyler, my Trent, my Sophia, my Parker, my husband, my family and my friends. But most importantly, my sister is recovering every day from her bout with cancer, looking forward to going back to work and she even has her own hair back. Here’s to many more healthy days ahead!
So, don on your comfortable elastic-waist pants, loose-fitting shirt, go forth and chow but don’t forget to leave room for desserts! I’ll get back on the “diet wagon” after this weekend.
And lastly, my neighbor sent me the following, my husband and I said that with four kids…we hope we don’t have to resort to the following when our kids are grown.
Thanksgiving Divorce
A man in Jacksonville calls his son in San Diego the day before
Thanksgiving and says, ‘I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you
that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is
enough.
‘Pop, what are you talking about?’ the son screams.
We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,’ the father says. ‘We’re sick of each
other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Denver and tell her.’
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. ‘Like heck
they’re getting divorced,’ she shouts, ‘I’ll take care of this,’
She calls Jacksonville
NOT getting divorced. Do not do a single thing until I get there. I am
calling my brother back, and we will both be there tomorrow. Until then,
don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?’ and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. ‘Okay,’ he says,
‘they’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way.
LOL! Happy Thanksgiving!
Very funny… Happy Thanksgiving Betty to you and your family!
Hope your day was great. I’m happy to read your sister is doing well.
Funny story at the end.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Too funny. And yes, you did alarm me with that title.
Ah, I know all about pee-soaked babies. sigh. Hope you had a great thanksgiving!!!
Lol! That was funny but you did catch my eye. I got sad for a bit and worried about you …
Its been a while since I last posted. I am getting an annulment bdw. For real.