TheMommyBlog

Thursday, January 19, 2006 Family

If anyone knows the secret to turning back time, or to magically reuniting torn pieces of paper, I would be delighted to hear from you. I just sent my son to bed at seven p.m. for a screaming tantrum resulting from a temporary insanity-induced shredding of his Emperor penguin drawing.

And then I accused my daughter of lying when she asked if she could have an apple and I said no, and then she produced an apple with a bite missing. Now that I think of it, it was in Logan’s lunch. He must have taken a tiny bite out of it before deciding he didn’t want it. But my daughter is crushed. At least I know she’ll stand her ground when wrongly accused!

And BY THE WAY, where the fuck are these ants coming from if I didn’t order them for the Xtreme! Ant! Torture Device! My computer armoire is black, and occasionally a lone ant will saunter out and I won’t see him until he’s crawling on my hand, or blotter, or mouse. And don’t even get me started on the mice.

Have to go tie my children to their beds now.

Haaaaaa! I just apologized to Daphne and told her that I thought the bite was from Logan’s lunch and that I knew she didn’t do it. She said, “I know. It’s ok. Wait. You mean Logan just took a bite out of it and then put it on the table?”

“Yep.”

“EW! That’s gross! Mommy, I said I didn’t take the bite and I said I wasn’t lying but you said it and said it and you didn’t believe me. Why did you did that?”

“I’m sorry, baby, I just didn’t know it was Logan’s. I’m very, very sorry.”

“That’s okay.” And she gave me a hug.

And just now the phone rang—it’s Phil, and I just handed the phone to Daphne. She’s wandered off… ahhh I suppose I should go rescue him. He’s been giving finals all day.