From the Lioness' Den...

What did I do?

Just a couple of things that have happened around my house in the past few days that have me shaking my head...

First - Last Friday, Shelby had a dance at her school. At 10pm when it was over, I picked up Shelby & N, her friend who was spending the night. We got home around 11 after the 2 girls dinked around at N's house getting all their stuff together. I listened to their stories about the dance and who danced together, some people didn't dance, la, la, la. Around 11:45 I said I was tired and was going to bed and told the girls they could stay up if they wanted to and watch movies or whatever just be quiet. Yeah. Just as I got to the point I was ready to fall off into a good sleep, the little s*** got out her trumpet, stood in the living room, pointed that trumpet at my bedroom door and played Reville! I sat bolt upright in bed, and things came out of my mouth that I'm pretty sure don't come out of N's parents' mouths since you know Dad's a minister & all.  I believe I gave her a very detailed description of where the trumpet would be placed if she didn't put it away immediately. They busted a gut laughing and I suppose had I not been the victim of this impromptu rousting, I would have been laughing right along with them. But I was. So I wasn't. Hmph!  Of course, both my sisters and the friends that I've told have all said it's pretty funny stuff.

Second - This morning, we went through the usual getting up routine, alarm goes off, hit snooze, put dogs out, go back to bed, finally get up after a couple more snoozes and bring dogs in, move on with my morning. This morning, Sissy decided she wanted to go out again while I was getting dressed. This is not the norm, but whatever. So in the routine, the dogs have become accustomed to sharing Shelby's leftover cereal and milk. Today, since Socks was the only one inside when she was done, he got it all. Sissy came in after being out for a total of about 45 minutes and right away found the empty bowl and sniffed it and must have realized what happened. She went into my bedroom and I went in to finish getting dressed. She looked right at me and took a poop right at the end of my bed. The expression on her face was a very defiant "F-you" type of expression. And yes, dogs do have facial expressions. So after I yelled at her and told her to get out of my room and go lay down, I could barely keep from laughing myself while I was cleaning it up. Thankfully I have a hardwood floor in my bedroom and it didn't take much to clean up. Not only do I have to deal with attitude from the human child, I get it from the canine one too!  

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1:16 PM, Apr. 25, 2006 .. Posted by Bruinsmama

oh my gosh time to move! lol

Whew!

3:25 PM, Apr. 25, 2006 .. Posted by AndeeDawn

I wonder if they are on the same cycle or something? LOL. You poor thing.

I TREASURE my sleep time. I think I would have throttled the child.

KIDS! ( human and otherwise)