Comments on: genetically predistracted

By: Misfit Hausfrau

Misfit Hausfrau — Sun, 30 Apr 2006 19:40:00 +0000

Oh stop it–if you won’t let me be the worst.mommy.ever, then neither can you!

I have three pairs of espadrilles for the summer, but I forgot to buy the baby diapers. It happens.

By: Cmommy

Cmommy — Sat, 29 Apr 2006 02:52:00 +0000

Oh, please, can we be friends?! We have a pediatric neurologist, too! For the five yr-old! He’s our spirited child

Forgetting the field trip is peanuts–now, if you’d forgotten the Dr. appointment….

{}C

By: standing still for once

standing still for once — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 22:29:00 +0000

Ah. The shiny object on the floor. Or, the baseball card collection which I, the meanest mother in the WORLD hat to take away until assignments and cello practicing are done. And, I’m sitting here reading YOUR blog instead of working on cello. Yea, we’re the worst. How about all of us worst moms buy some really expensive plane tickets and abandon our kids while we go to some exotic spa with slushy drinks that have more than 10 liquors in them (we can turn on the t.v., and they won’t know we’re gone for like 5 minutes until they need a snack or their ass wiped). No? Okay, but it WAS a good idea.

By: Mary P.

Mary P. — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 20:58:00 +0000

Forgetting a field trip? That’s nothing! I forget to cook. Suppertime rolls round, and the kids are saying “what’s for dinner” and I say “food? I have to feed you? AGAIN? I just DID that!”

So can I get upset when my son is really, really absent-minded? Well, yes, actually, I can, but that’s because I’m a rotten mother! (ha.ha.)

Happily, now that he’s in high school, land of skippers and deliberate non-communicators, his school has this fancy-schmanzy automated dialler. “Hello. This is Your Child’s Collegiate Institue, calling to tell you that Thursday is Meet-the-Teacher”. (Or more ominously, “…to tell you that your child was absent from Physics class yesterday afternoon…” Not that I’ve ever got THAT phone call, nuh-uh.)

By: Kristen

Kristen — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 16:50:00 +0000

My husband woke me up this morning to ask where the twin’s shirts were. I said, “I didn’t know everything was dirty.” He threw a fit so I basically told him to grab two shirts, throw them in the washer and then throw them in the dryer when he left for work and I would get them out when they were dry. Until they left for school they could keep their pajama shirts on.

How did I forget to do the laundry?

By: Kara

Kara — Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:33:00 +0000

am i to believe that somebody, at some point, actually told you the AD/HD is caused by a chemical imbalance? did they tell you that a chiropractor or bluegreen algae or snake oil will fix it too? good god in heaven. i want to send the world to an information session on AD/HD right now.
will not hijack you comments, but damn! reading that sentence just hit a nerve. i’ll do another CEU post on my site in the near future.