tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post2876838735457244679..comments2024-01-11T19:59:33.291-08:00Comments on Author-in-the-trenches: In defense of the slothHolly Kennedyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02336717023482533615noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-33604043896146425562008-09-24T07:34:00.000-07:002008-09-24T07:34:00.000-07:00Well, I don't have kids yet and I sleep waaay past...Well, I don't have kids yet and I sleep waaay past that...lol. :-)Tyhitia Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14070000168178880911noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-6009250179612239272008-09-23T18:27:00.000-07:002008-09-23T18:27:00.000-07:00My only possible response is, "Oh, snap!" I remem...My only possible response is, "Oh, snap!" <BR/><BR/>I remember my bratty little self--that's why I'm afraid to have kids. You know, in case the universe is keeping score.Katie Alenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17210222751354931694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-58188965761246604202008-09-22T08:25:00.000-07:002008-09-22T08:25:00.000-07:00Ahhh...aren't children great? Fortunately, my daug...Ahhh...aren't children great? Fortunately, my daughter likes to sleep in just as much as I do and stay up as late as I do! :-)Melissa Amateishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16086267508858187716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-35492646127873472472008-09-20T09:14:00.000-07:002008-09-20T09:14:00.000-07:00I used to act like a real shit with my parents (or...I used to act like a real shit with my parents (or so they tell me -- I recall nothing!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-60313314241788349032008-09-20T09:13:00.000-07:002008-09-20T09:13:00.000-07:00Therese -- yup! Makes you wanna reach over and giv...Therese -- yup! Makes you wanna reach over and give him one upside the head some days, that's for sure.<BR/><BR/>Angie -- what a great idea! Dressing up to humiliate them :)<BR/>Must remember that one.Holly Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02336717023482533615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-67978568889288656042008-09-19T19:09:00.000-07:002008-09-19T19:09:00.000-07:00Eeek, I must need some caffeine! ...several costum...Eeek, I must need some caffeine! ...several costumes *to* choose from... AND ...give them the *number* of CPS...<BR/><BR/>Sheesh, maybe my kids are right. LOLAngie Ledbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407006980893727627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-40268381983746585262008-09-19T19:07:00.000-07:002008-09-19T19:07:00.000-07:00When my teens don't think I'm "doing ...When my teens don't think I'm "doing a good job," I have several costumes I to choose from (big old me in full elf regalia, Santa, cupid, the school mascot...)and make a visit to campus to visit them & friends! <BR/><BR/>If the accusations get too out of hand, I give them the name of CPS (which I have memorized) and remind them how much I'd love a vacation. Usually does the trick. mwahahahahaAngie Ledbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407006980893727627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-3752483579481197102008-09-18T13:01:00.000-07:002008-09-18T13:01:00.000-07:00Not that I mean to lecture, Nadine! If you don't w...Not that I mean to lecture, Nadine! If you don't want kids, don't have them. I just personally can't imagine my world with them, mouthy or not.Holly Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02336717023482533615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-44313375461980454982008-09-18T13:00:00.000-07:002008-09-18T13:00:00.000-07:00Janet -- I helped raise my stepchildren (she's now...Janet -- I helped raise my stepchildren (she's now 29 and he's 25) so I appreciate what you're saying. As it stands, I'm now in the midst of raising my "second set" of kids. I got involved with the "first set" when they were 5 and 8.<BR/><BR/>P.S. I swore I'd never get married and yet... I also swore I'd never EVER have kids and yet...<BR/><BR/>Never say never.<BR/><BR/>The best gifts are typically those we don't see as gifts until much later.Holly Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02336717023482533615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-76469671479885388002008-09-18T12:52:00.000-07:002008-09-18T12:52:00.000-07:00Nadine, stop and look at the face of a daddy as he...Nadine, stop and look at the face of a daddy as he crouches down, spreads his arms and his three-year-old daughter bounces down the sidewalk toward him. Then you start getting a feel of some of the rewards of children. Or I watch my husband with one of our grown sons, standing in the kitchen and thrashing through political science and theology and history (they are having a ball!) and I see another reward. That stuff is priceless.<BR/><BR/>We've had two direct apologies from grown children for their adolescent behaviour (one literally sobbing) and indirect acknowledgement in other cases that they weren't perhaps entirely justified all the time. ;o) So the smart mouth talk is not the last word.<BR/><BR/>Like any love relationship, you open yourself up to hurt, it's true. But you also open yourself up to some pretty glorious, wonderful stuff.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04600030574995481267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-39105851248640737102008-09-18T05:20:00.000-07:002008-09-18T05:20:00.000-07:00Ha! I sometimes still get this kind of stuff from...Ha! I sometimes still get this kind of stuff from my oldest (who's 18) when he's short of sleep or in denial about something.<BR/><BR/>You just want to smack 'em. :)Theresehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01915740239016736614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-56965261338820082342008-09-17T21:28:00.000-07:002008-09-17T21:28:00.000-07:00Oh, my! And everyone wonders why I'm so on the fen...Oh, my! And everyone wonders why I'm so on the fence when it comes to having a houseful of my own lil rug rats -- they TERRIFY me!!Nadinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13302600271456035635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-75304581537833059912008-09-17T21:04:00.000-07:002008-09-17T21:04:00.000-07:00I think you should be on probation...if this occur...I think you should be on probation...if this occurs again send you off to a small room all by yourself...er...um nevermind...ORIONhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01534064935115027523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-15703692602143997032008-09-17T18:32:00.000-07:002008-09-17T18:32:00.000-07:00Janet! where were you when my kids were 9ish? Tha...Janet! where were you when my kids were 9ish? That's a wonderful idea!<BR/><BR/><BR/>Holly....hahaha.... gotta love 'emDawn Anonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08128560802192324243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-40172277242769820502008-09-17T11:18:00.000-07:002008-09-17T11:18:00.000-07:00thx, appreciate all the sloth stuff i can get... o...thx, appreciate all the sloth stuff i can get... or is that procrastination stuff? :O lol<BR/><BR/>what janet sez...<BR/><BR/>the tin box was excellent, had me blubbering often....laughingwolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08873675614347328116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-30671822454903921982008-09-17T07:40:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:40:00.000-07:00Kids don't read the parenting books. They do thin...Kids don't read the parenting books. They do things on their own schedules.<BR/><BR/>Saturday was always official sleeping in day at our place. Nobody got hassled before noon.<BR/><BR/>You could try bribing them. If they stay quiet until a certain time and do a chore or two, they get a reward. That's just a suggestion off the top of my head. You'll have to figure if it would work with your own kids.<BR/><BR/>Or you could make another deal. If he promises not to compare you to the other moms, you'll promise not to compare him to the other kids. If he's reluctant, dish him up a good helping of "Why aren't you like Jimmy down the street who..."<BR/><BR/>Sorry. Giving unsolicited advice is one of those indulgences of empty nesters. But I've got a boomerang heading my way and I might be tearing my own hair out pretty soon.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04600030574995481267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-34823976544469384042008-09-17T07:36:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:36:00.000-07:00Let me tell you, that is so not sleeping in. Your ...Let me tell you, that is so not sleeping in. Your son is sadly misinformed. If he were at my house Saturday mornings he'd think I was dead *lol*Victoriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10834351169052043677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-46533671990577574562008-09-17T07:35:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:35:00.000-07:00Here's an idea.Short sheet his bedwhen he's sleep...Here's an idea.<BR/>Short sheet his bed<BR/>when he's sleeping!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-13765046426031707582008-09-17T07:34:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:34:00.000-07:00LOL -- I LOVE your bratty kid posts. They never fa...LOL -- I LOVE your bratty kid posts. They never fail to make me laugh. Funny, but snarky, lil shit, hmmm?Ramonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02316522480649709204noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-78231904257679245152008-09-17T07:32:00.001-07:002008-09-17T07:32:00.001-07:00re: above I meant to say 9 or 90re: above I meant to say 9 or 90Adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12950887776664590271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-12736200249877286692008-09-17T07:32:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:32:00.000-07:00Maybe he had a bad day at school. (A guy's gotta s...Maybe he had a bad day at school. <BR/>(A guy's gotta stand up for one of his own, whether 9 or 9, you know?)<BR/><BR/>However...9:30 sure don't seem like sleeping in to me!Adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12950887776664590271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-71646751041327388042008-09-17T07:29:00.001-07:002008-09-17T07:29:00.001-07:00You know, Janet, I think I'm going to do exactly t...You know, Janet, I think I'm going to do exactly that! <BR/><BR/>P.S. I thought this wasn't supposed to START until they became teenagers.Holly Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02336717023482533615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-61941796452661937862008-09-17T07:29:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:29:00.000-07:00Ooooh, Mystery Robin, you so nailed it!! "My hubby...Ooooh, Mystery Robin, you so nailed it!! "My hubby is only four hours away, but at bedtime it might as well be Mars."<BR/><BR/>Well put.<BR/>And very apt.Holly Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02336717023482533615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-12768819339886891092008-09-17T07:13:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:13:00.000-07:00Ask him to put it in writing, dated and signed, ho...Ask him to put it in writing, dated and signed, how much he hates it when you sleep in until 9:30. (That's sleeping in?) Use it as blackmail in a few short years when he's a teenager.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04600030574995481267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3583814589851254780.post-70786499418704074382008-09-16T23:06:00.000-07:002008-09-16T23:06:00.000-07:00ROFL! That's what you get for giving birth to such...ROFL! That's what you get for giving birth to such bright, witty little things. <BR/><BR/>You can only hope his children are equally bright and incenced. ;)<BR/><BR/>I'm single parenting it this week, too. My hubby is only four hours away, but at bedtime, it might as well be Mars. Let's just say the kids recognize that mama's patience is running veeeeery thin.Robin Lemkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12254896327174187893noreply@blogger.com