Funny conversation
About a week or two ago, I had the pleasure of being a part of a funny conversation between Katie and Connor.
It all started on a day that seemed forever long. I was exhausted-one of those days-and then I came home to many people wanting many things from me non-stop-one of those days. Only a mother would understand what I am talking about. From 4:00 on it was "Mom" this and "Mom" that. By 9:00 I was beyond exhausted. I snapped at Keera, which did not go unnoticed by Connor and Katie. Then Bob came in from working on the garage room, so Brendan can live in it, as I was doing laundry. I made some snide comment like, "Could you help with laundry tomorrow." He went into the bathroom and when he came back, he had blood running down his forhead and he asked me how bad it was. My response should have been, "Oh my gosh, what happened." Might I say that almost any other time, that would have been my response. (Yes, I am defending myself before I even say what I said.) Now remember how exhausted I was. So, my response on this given night was, "What did you do Bob? I really can't take much more. It is like having 6 kids." I was so tired, I wasn't even counting right, unless you count the dog. Come to find out, he had hit his head into a nail. I did help him clean it up and I apologized, saying I was just exhausted (as if that was an excuse). Thank goodness it was only a bleeding, small puncture spot. It could have been much worse.
So-here is where the funny conversation came in. The next day I took Connor and Katie to school. I felt refreshed, as I always do in the morning. I told them I was really sorry about my attitude (or snattitude, as I call it when they are teenager snotty). They both said, "Yeah, you yelled at Keera." I knew I had behaved badly because for them to defend Keera against me (sibling rivalry code doesn't allow defending), the world must have practically been coming to an end. I said, "I know, but you think that I was bad to Keera, I was awful to Dad, with his bleeding head." Connor said, "Yeah. I thought he got you pregnant because you said what did you do and I have like 6 kids or something." First of all, what a teenager term, "I thought he got you pregnant"....I never thought of a son expressing that in such a way to his mother or in regards to his father. Then Katie said, "Dummy, (there's the sibling rivalry I am used to), she can't get pregnant anymore." (Which she was right....had that taken care of two weeks earlier, so it was fresh on their minds.
I couldn't help but laugh. It was such a teenager conversation, with their mother. Kids.
It all started on a day that seemed forever long. I was exhausted-one of those days-and then I came home to many people wanting many things from me non-stop-one of those days. Only a mother would understand what I am talking about. From 4:00 on it was "Mom" this and "Mom" that. By 9:00 I was beyond exhausted. I snapped at Keera, which did not go unnoticed by Connor and Katie. Then Bob came in from working on the garage room, so Brendan can live in it, as I was doing laundry. I made some snide comment like, "Could you help with laundry tomorrow." He went into the bathroom and when he came back, he had blood running down his forhead and he asked me how bad it was. My response should have been, "Oh my gosh, what happened." Might I say that almost any other time, that would have been my response. (Yes, I am defending myself before I even say what I said.) Now remember how exhausted I was. So, my response on this given night was, "What did you do Bob? I really can't take much more. It is like having 6 kids." I was so tired, I wasn't even counting right, unless you count the dog. Come to find out, he had hit his head into a nail. I did help him clean it up and I apologized, saying I was just exhausted (as if that was an excuse). Thank goodness it was only a bleeding, small puncture spot. It could have been much worse.
So-here is where the funny conversation came in. The next day I took Connor and Katie to school. I felt refreshed, as I always do in the morning. I told them I was really sorry about my attitude (or snattitude, as I call it when they are teenager snotty). They both said, "Yeah, you yelled at Keera." I knew I had behaved badly because for them to defend Keera against me (sibling rivalry code doesn't allow defending), the world must have practically been coming to an end. I said, "I know, but you think that I was bad to Keera, I was awful to Dad, with his bleeding head." Connor said, "Yeah. I thought he got you pregnant because you said what did you do and I have like 6 kids or something." First of all, what a teenager term, "I thought he got you pregnant"....I never thought of a son expressing that in such a way to his mother or in regards to his father. Then Katie said, "Dummy, (there's the sibling rivalry I am used to), she can't get pregnant anymore." (Which she was right....had that taken care of two weeks earlier, so it was fresh on their minds.
I couldn't help but laugh. It was such a teenager conversation, with their mother. Kids.
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