Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Just... UGH.
I love my boys, I really do. You know I do. But sometimes... I tell ya, that old family threat of "I'm going to sell you to the Indians!" (or was it gypsies?) really sounds good.
There is a certain behaviour that children exhibit, more specifically - MALE children, that just makes me want to SCREAM!! And I can't even say that they grow out of it because my youngest brother is a perfect example (and Amber, I know you know what I'm talking about). He still continues to do it to this day, and he flat out admits to doing it!
WIPING SNOT ON THE WALL.
I'm about done, people. DONE. For some strange reason I was in a cleaning mode this morning, took a microfiber cloth to the china cabinet, baseboards, shelves, etc. And then I thought, 'Hmm, might as well do a couple of walls while I'm at it.' Bad idea. Bad, bad idea.
You know, it wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't such a blatant, obvious display of "I-know-this-is-wrong-and-gross-but-I'm-still-going-to-do-it". You don't accidentally wipe snot on the wall. Doesn't happen that way. And if I've told them once, I've told them a thousand times: WIPE IT ON YOUR DAMN SHIRT.
Which may horrify and disgust you but think about it. That way, you never have to see it, never have to touch it, you don't even know its there. The shirt goes into the wash, comes out clean. Easy. Done.
On the frickin' wall? Try getting that stuff off with just a cloth, I dare you. Its impossible. No, you have to wrap a cloth around your finger and then SCRAPE with your fingernail. And the entire time, your brain is stuck on repeat: This is snot. This is snot. Dried, hardened snot. This is snot.
And also, its frickin' embarrassing! Try explaining THAT to guests when they come over. "Oh, don't mind that. Just leftovers from last month's cold. Sorry you leaned against it, though."
And another thing... it also wouldn't be so bad if it was just one or two snots on the wall. But I counted six! And that was just on one wall, in one general area! Not even the entire wall! If I did the math (which will probably come out wrong, I don't claim to be Einstein), that small area was about 1/6th the size of the whole wall. So multiply that by 6, you're looking at at least 36 snots! Just on the one wall! I have like a billion walls in this house!
What the hell is wrong with my children? No, seriously. Levi, maybe you can explain to us in the comments the mindset of a snot-wiper. Is it just habit, or a deeper compulsion? Like, 'you didn't buy me the video game I wanted so ha-HA!'
I don't get it.
But I tell ya, I'm about at the point with those boys that I'm going to threaten that they have to scrape those snots off with their TEETH, every last one. And when I have them utterly believing, crying and begging, promising on the birth of their firstborn that they will never, EVER snot-wipe again... then, I will hand them the putty knife.
I need a cigarette.
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3 comments:
It's definitely a BOY thing right Trapper, Levi and (may he rest in peace because if he were still alive I'd smack him on the arm) Mark Simcoe. Don't even bother checking under the table because you'd want to have a skinny bitch to go with that cigarette.
SNOT. A mother should automatically add that as one of the middle names when naming a boy child.
Ugh. I'm with you Sax, all the way. Try getting it wet (spray bottle, even windex or febreeze) and use the ice scraper then you don't even have to touch it.
Ugh.
Little beasts, eh? The things us mothers have to deal with. UGH.
Yes Beau it is true. In the white truck there is snot under there mostly from Levi but I'm sure Trap has added to the pile of boogers. Disgusting I say.
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