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  • Well, just put something on. You can't go to school naked. *whine stomp stomp* FINE. Do what you want.
  • Look, homework is just a teacher's way of keeping you busy. Overall, it doesn't really matter.
  • Yes, Kendall came come over, just don't go near mom - she's gross and germy.
  • Are you ever going to scoop the cat box? *12 year old boy response, unheard* Well, no Xbox until it's done. *no sound of scooping, sound of Xbox turning on* *smell of cat box filtering through the stuffed nostrils of mom*
  • Whooooo! *sounds of Mr. Stoney playing Xbox with 12 year old*
  • Just... dig something out of the laundry. But it's not clean! Eh, no one in elementary school notices that stuff.

I swear to god, Emily had a ZIP-LOC BAG of NUTELLA for her lunch today. And a sleeve of crackers. I GUESS I'M NOT SICK ANYMORE. (And I almost think she scooped the Nutella with her hand. There's no dirty spoon in the sink. *cries*)

On the bright side, the Mister did reach a new level on Call of Duty 4. So. There's something. O_O


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Feb. 8th, 2008 03:42 pm (UTC)
Lol, you poor thing!

And poor Emily and her "lunch"! Though Nutella is delicious...

For the sake of the world as you know it, lol, feel better soon! :D
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:58 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha. it *is* delicious, but nutritious? Not so much. *shakes fist at my husband*

Eh, three and a half days down is enough in his book, I suppose. :(
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
This reminds me of the time I asked Jeff to just let's have the left over steak, dammit, and he said, "Do you want anything with that?" And I said, "No, let's just gnaw on it," and he brought me just a piece of meat. A steak actually. In his hand. And said, "What?"

::gives you the good kleenex::
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:57 pm (UTC)
Oooh, the kind with lotion and aloe? *blows happily* I really don't think boys are this dumb. I think - like a2zmom - that they're doing it on purpose. IT WON'T WORK! Except for how it's working this time.

*head desk*
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
Is it wrong that I'm practically crying with laughter here because I can hear this perfectly in my head? But on the bright side, if Kendall comes over again, since she's OMGPERFECTCHILD (I miss Kendall. I want my own Kendall child) maybe she'll help around the house? You know she'd love it.

I'm sorry your convalescence wasn't as restful as it could have been. I do hope you are feeling better. Maybe some Guitar Hero will help.

<3 <3 <3
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:56 pm (UTC)
I think some Guitar Hero is JUST what the dr. ordered. Oh man, Kendall would looooooove to help out. And that would only make me feel better. Lee, do you not know me!? *cries*

Kendall is totally the child you will have one day, I know it. (Lee, I really REALLY heard all of that yesterday and today. GAAAH.)
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:08 pm (UTC)
Sometimes we just need to let ourselves be pampered, you know? So be it if the pampering comes from an 11-year-old neighbor.

I'm still giggly *and* WTF at what you heard. Mr. Stoney, you have failed, sir. Do you hear me? FAILED! *shakes fists in fury* I think you should cough on his toothbrush and when *he* gets sick, ignore him. Because I'm spiteful like that.
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:14 pm (UTC)
GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE. I'm totally doing that. And juuuust in time for him to miss his shooting competition this weekend. *FIST PUMP*
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:49 pm (UTC)
It seems the Mister does not have mom skills. Or, he's cleverly pretending he doesn't, thereby forcing you to leave your death bed.
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
SEE, YOU KNOW. It's like when I used to tell my little sister that I couldn't make a grilled cheese as good as she could, so I could get her to be my personal chef.

I think he's doing it on purpose. (I'm coughing on his toothbrush today. And ignoring him while he's sick.)
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:27 pm (UTC)
You should!

Mine made me chicken soup and matzoh balls! The sick is full of dishes and he never empies the drain trap, but I'll take what I can get.
Feb. 8th, 2008 03:58 pm (UTC)

I hope you don't get sick too often, your house might fall apart if you did.
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
I'm saying! (And fortunately for all concerned, I don't. HMM, I WONDER WHY.)
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:11 pm (UTC)
Nutella!!!! Now there's a lunch packed with vitamins and minerals. ;-) It could have at least been PB and crackers. Good grief.

But thanks for the entertainment. I'm amused beyond measure.
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
For god's sake, there's cold pizza (margherita!) in the fridge. At least that has SOME nutritious value to it.

Good lord, my husband is full of FAIL today.
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:23 pm (UTC)
Well, it's still early. He has plenty of time to mess up more redeem himself. *g*
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Feb. 8th, 2008 04:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, the chaos that ensues when we fall ill! It's not like mr. stoney doesn't know how to make a sandwich or wash an apple. He must have been on his own a couple of days before some gal swooped down and started making his lunch...
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:56 pm (UTC)
Oh dear, it sounds like my house.

Boys are silly (esp. when they are old enough to know better.)
I never thought of putting nutella in zip-lock bag for Eamon's lunch. He would be stoked!
I would be grossed out. :)
Feb. 8th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, poor sick Stoney! The Nutella in a baggie really anchors the whole tale of woe. Perhaps the resourceful child took the spoon with her so that she can just eat it right out of the bag?

I'm recovering from the Stomach Bug from Planet Blearrghh and only resurfaced yesterday. I think that the guy did basically ok with taking care of the kid (cause there's just the one), but looking around the kitchen, it does seem that he relied heavily on breakfast foods for all meals; when I showed up at the table yesterday morning, Z. was like, "I'm so glad to have you back! *whispering* I don't want any more oatmeal for a while." Lordy, I don't either. Blecch.

Feel better sooon!

Edited at 2008-02-08 05:10 pm (UTC)
Feb. 8th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
Without you, they'd be wandering around in a field somewhere, wearing bark and foraging off trees.
Feb. 8th, 2008 05:44 pm (UTC)
Hey, look on the bright side, playground gossip has probably named you the COOLEST MOM IN THE UNIVERSE for the Nutella-inna-bag. XD

Dude, I ♥ your family.
Feb. 8th, 2008 05:53 pm (UTC)
If Guitar Hero weren' so intrinsically linked to the Xbox, I'd say you should abscond with it when it's not being watched and hide it well, to punish BOTH of them.

Men being boys is all fine and good, and something I support--up to a point.

[[[hugs and get-well vibes!]]]
Feb. 8th, 2008 07:39 pm (UTC)
I think I'll play the Cheap Trick track over and over on GH to punish them. THAT WILL SHOW THEM.

(And thank you!)
Feb. 8th, 2008 06:39 pm (UTC)
This entire entry had me peeing my pants.

Sorry 'bout that. Self.
Feb. 8th, 2008 07:37 pm (UTC)
Hahahaha. *air lifts you some Depends*

You know, if you felt *really* bad about my misery, you'd send some cleaning help...

Feb. 8th, 2008 09:37 pm (UTC)
Seriously, the baggie of Nutella is priceless. What's funny is you'd think kids would enjoy this, but I'm sure after a little while they would be begging for you to come back and bring some semblance of order.

As cute as Mr. Stoney may be, he is no match for you, my dear.
Feb. 8th, 2008 07:54 pm (UTC)
Yikes! Sounds like chaos.

I really hope you feel better (and are not just forced out of bed to keep the house from falling apart).
Feb. 8th, 2008 11:48 pm (UTC)
Um...excuse me? That's nuts. At least give the kid some money to buy lunch or something. They still do that in schools, don't they?
Feb. 9th, 2008 03:33 am (UTC)
Oh God, flashbacks. When I was much younger (I think about 10, my brother was about 6) my mom got really sick with pneumonia and went to the hospital for a few days...

My dad had to run the house. She went in on Christmas Day, and she had made chopped hamburg the night before planning to make lasagna (that didn't happen).

So. Dad's in charge, we eat chopped hamburg for every meal for 4 straight days "because we're not wasting the food in this house!" (and of course there was nothing else to eat) Then the day we went in to visit my mom in the hospital, she told me she remembers my brother and I walking in in un-ironed totally mis-matched clothing "you look like two homeless children!! Come give mommy a hug!" Then I cried: "Daddy made us eat hamburger chopped up for every meal" *Mom looks angrily at Dad*

My dad, at 54, STILL plays PlayStation 2, so I'm sorry that there isn't much hope in the future of new and improved husbandry =/ At least you have the comfort in knowing that you're not the only family who has issues when the mommy's away O_o

Now that I'm older though, I basically run the house while my parents work, and if I'm not around (during Tues/Thurs due to school, or if I'm sick - Godforbid!) the house falls apart - dirty everything, triple the amount of laundry, dishes, etc. Hungry doggy with no food, and my father and brother (54 and 16) fight like 4 year olds!! They can't get out of the house to hockey games (both play - yes, even my dad. Actually he won a gold medal at the Senior Olympics! \o/) without assistance or without killing one another trying to look for things (even though they are ALWAYS in the same place I always put them when I clean, and there is ALWAYS a screaming match *headdesk*

I'm 21, I'm too young to run a household!! *cries and prays for money for an apartment*
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
(I'm so sorry to take a million years here to get back to you!)

Ugh, BOYS. I honestly, HONESTLY think there's a part of them that does this on purpose, thinking we won't ask them to help again if they mess up badly enough the first time. IT WON'T WORK, MEN.

I hope you win the biggest lottery ever so you can hire a squadron of helpers to do everything! (Like, a sleeve person and a shoe tie-r! DREAM BIG.) Hee!
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:13 am (UTC)
(am friend of fitofpique)

Also: Your post makes me laugh with recognition. just broke my knee and am barely on crutches. And my husband bought himself and our teenboy the new MMO Pirates of the Burning Sea. I'd say I haven't seen them since except that the computers are in the dining room, so I see (and hear) them. Sigh.
Feb. 16th, 2008 07:33 pm (UTC)

Oh my GOD, I gasped when I read you broke your knee. You poor BABY. (I have to have a knee replacement this year, and I'm terrified. ACK.)

I wish you a speedy recovery! (Um, and perhaps a maid, massuese, and personal chef to materialize out of thin air. Send them over to my place when you're done with them, 'kay?) :D
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