tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post114929548409459832..comments2023-12-30T12:04:59.353+03:00Comments on Code Yellow Mom: Fumes, Frothing - Just Can't Laugh YetCode Yellow Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-79316531035532214172008-03-23T23:48:00.000+03:002008-03-23T23:48:00.000+03:00How did I miss this, originally?? It is a brillian...How did I miss this, originally?? It is a brilliant post from beginning to desitin covered end!!<BR/><BR/>Oh, but I wish you could come spend a day at my house sometime. You would see that you are not alone. <BR/><BR/>I've given up on showering unless I KNOW children are sleeping. And for any bathroom trip that will be longer than 2 minutes >> they come with me. Even now!!The Amazing Tripshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13761348688069779544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149426821583951692006-06-04T17:13:00.000+04:002006-06-04T17:13:00.000+04:00I really wanted to comment on this, but I wrote a ...I really wanted to comment on this, but I wrote a big long comment and went to publish and noticed it was about to publish under my friend's name, as I am at her house, using her computer. That will just not do. But I think you got some great advice/tips/support here. I'd just like to second some. "Take a picture forgoodnesssakes" is particularly funny to me. I also agree that it's the "1-2 punch" with Dad being gone. Plus, it was the day of, particularly emotional/stressful. And it's okay you yelled---it's fortunate for your children you aren't a yeller, but you also aren't showing them an unrealistic view of the world---people sometimes yell. :) In addition to my own, very rare yelling, I just "let" my children hear the other drivers on the road yelling when I cut them---I mean, pass.<BR/>Oh yeah, my last comment mentioned my amusement with David's comment "traveling edition" and your comment, addressing him as Husband. You both are nutty and hilarious.<BR/>He sure is a silver-lining kind of guy. Now I know why you'll miss him. :)Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12171442412933885633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149392373443456392006-06-04T07:39:00.000+04:002006-06-04T07:39:00.000+04:00I totally feel your frustration and understand wha...I totally feel your frustration and understand what you're going through. With four kids you'd think I'd learn a thing or two, but it seems to have gotten worse with the last one. To keep her busy while I take a shower I usually pop in a video in my bedroom so I can keep her close and check on her when I'm getting ready. <BR/><BR/>Oh and the Desitin thing, my daughter got into that as well, but the worse by far was when my son got into his dirty diaper and finger painted himself in his crib right before we were headed out on vacation.:0Gina Conroyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13647753231391009981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149371043022280672006-06-04T01:44:00.000+04:002006-06-04T01:44:00.000+04:00I'm convinced they lie in wait so as to blindside ...I'm convinced they lie in wait so as to blindside the unsuspecting mom and to see just how far her jugulars will pop out!<BR/><BR/>My kids have done almost every conceivable misdeed in those few moments when we thought it was safe. Most memorable: calling 9-1-1 while I took a nap, and "keying" the car with a dart while I was doing yardwork (Don't ask me why we had real, sharp darts?).<BR/><BR/>Oh, to have had a digital camera for those moments where the bottom lip was hanging out about two feet when they realized the error of their ways. Or to have taken a picture of the police officer that showed up at our door! Whoops.<BR/><BR/>Take heart. I have totally "lost it" with my kids more times than I care to admit. Seems like when Daddy's gone it's the one-two punch (They miss him and so they act up; I miss him and that makes me more tired and distracted). My kids know now that I'll soon be coming in to apologize, once the jugulars return to their normal size in my neck (My daughter tells me my nose turns red when I'm upset - how humiliating is that?). <BR/><BR/>Kids are such marvelous forgivers. Some of the sweetest times we've had together have been when I've come to them and said, "I blew it. Please forgive me." It's very humbling, but maybe that's a side of me they need to see more often.<BR/><BR/>Hugs!Katherine@Raising Fivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12887240362516586161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149347627984848412006-06-03T19:13:00.000+04:002006-06-03T19:13:00.000+04:00I'm sorry to hear you had such a bad day. However...I'm sorry to hear you had such a bad day. However, I also laughed a little. Not at you, but at the situation. I have been in several of those and am sure there will be several more to come. Lipstick, literally covering the bathroom. Paint poured all over the garage, and then played in. Vaseline everywhere. Gum in the hair (which my son was so afraid that he would be "busted", so he pulled it out, which resulted in a bald spot on the back of the head - still there). And, I know exactly how you feel about the yelling thing. I hate it!! I hate doing it. I'm really trying not to, but in situations like this I really really have to try. This to shall pass!utmommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10190286390969369062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149344156446520632006-06-03T18:15:00.000+04:002006-06-03T18:15:00.000+04:00That brought back lots of memories: the gallon of...That brought back lots of memories: the gallon of vegetable oil on the rug, the black permanent marker all over the homemade easter dress, the chocolate syrup all over the house, the tv painted entirely white with latex paint. The typical lore of family legend. Of course, this may be a blessing in disguise for you. Now you have blackmail material on them. Whenever they complain about having a chore that requires them to clean up after someone else, you will only have to raise your eyebrows and say, "Desitin." (Hope you are having a better day!)Nettiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07944075197437870258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149338778460777432006-06-03T16:46:00.000+04:002006-06-03T16:46:00.000+04:00I can't believe the camera didn't even come to min...I can't believe the camera didn't even come to mind. That's how irritated I was. But you are right, Tess - taking a picture and posting it would have made things better - I would be laughing right now. See, blogging is therapy! I will remember to take a photo today when something like it happens, as it undoubtedly will.<BR/><BR/>Husband, did you see the paper chain?<BR/><BR/>I also forgot to add the part of my story where I was worried Henry had EATEN Desitin (what happens when your child's throat and tummy are zince-oxided?), and that the soap was only milliseconds away from being in eyes. They could have been hurt. I did think of that, in the midst of my seething. I think it made me even more mad, but I did think of it!Code Yellow Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149334964391575482006-06-03T15:42:00.000+04:002006-06-03T15:42:00.000+04:00Antibacterial hand soap, eh?!? Well I never did l...Antibacterial hand soap, eh?!? Well I never did like that soap, so I guess he did us a favor in the long run. Just think how clean the TV cabinet is now. Not a bacterium is sight!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1149305186540723802006-06-03T07:26:00.000+04:002006-06-03T07:26:00.000+04:00The only thing they have to fear is fear itself. ...The only thing they have to fear is fear itself. Or something like that. <BR/><BR/>Just step back. breathe. you can either laugh about it or cry about it, is my motto when things go wrong. But then I don't have kids, so maybe I'm wrong? <BR/><BR/>Just remember how bloggable it is and take a picture next time, forgoodnesssake Traci.the liznesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11234658518071610084noreply@blogger.com