tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post2252212441060556575..comments2023-10-30T06:09:07.127-04:00Comments on My very last nerve: Mornings SuckGinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00684328990767140199noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-59341794544344451122008-05-29T11:30:00.000-04:002008-05-29T11:30:00.000-04:00Leave Mr. B alone a couple mornings a week.Just go...Leave Mr. B alone a couple mornings a week.<BR/><BR/>Just go.<BR/><BR/>Tell him you have an early meeting. Turn off your cell phone. Don't leave instructions. Just go.<BR/><BR/>It does wonders for the "I can't possibly help with the children" husband to just throw him to the wolves. He will be so grateful that he doesn't have to wrangle two children <I>every</I> morning that he will discover five or ten minutes he previously didn't have to help you.<BR/><BR/>Well, in theory.<BR/><BR/>Good luck! I have used this method in other cases with my DearDR. Sometimes he gets steamed, but it is an eye-opener.<BR/><BR/>ciao,<BR/>rpmAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-4340969665628435472008-05-29T07:38:00.000-04:002008-05-29T07:38:00.000-04:00I thought having a three year old boy was going to...I thought having a three year old boy was going to be the death of me. Thanks for letting me know I have sooooo much to look forward to.<BR/><BR/>Let us know how things are going in Titswana. I emigrated years ago but have been known to serve as ambassador when I'm nursing.ClumberKimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15064038036144480210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-69145629303831818922008-05-28T18:03:00.000-04:002008-05-28T18:03:00.000-04:00Well, why don't you just get up.....oh, never mind...Well, why don't you just get up.....oh, never mind.<BR/><BR/>:)menohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18065283682414369608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-88762883916963547112008-05-28T17:24:00.000-04:002008-05-28T17:24:00.000-04:00Haha--thanks for the great laugh. I have something...Haha--thanks for the great laugh. I have something to look forward to, don't I?Quarantine Hobbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14175727655486792688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-58032138871089828082008-05-28T16:30:00.000-04:002008-05-28T16:30:00.000-04:00Yes, hubby is out the door before my girls are eve...Yes, hubby is out the door before my girls are even UP (CONVIENANT)!<BR/><BR/>SANDALS! May help and he can put those on in the car.<BR/><BR/>In the summer, I toss my girls into the car so I can get to work early - so I can get outta work earlier than 6pm --- and if it means they go to Meme's house in PJ's and no shoes so be it!<BR/><BR/>I used to do summer hours 7-6:30 (M-TH & off FRI)I am a Tornado ~ proven fact!https://www.blogger.com/profile/06569186811730131354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-7963669234353601822008-05-28T16:02:00.000-04:002008-05-28T16:02:00.000-04:00Ahhh, the joys of having a husband who doesn't kno...Ahhh, the joys of having a husband who doesn't know how to help. I once asked my husband to simply drop the kid off at daycare (which is across the street from our house, LITERALLY) so that I could make up a few minutes and get to work on time. By the time he was done whining about how inconvenient that would be for him, I was already out the door and down the street. He had to call me on my cell to finish his whining.Burgh Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09123901504643963583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-90088956008744785902008-05-28T15:47:00.000-04:002008-05-28T15:47:00.000-04:00Thank you for the giggle today...I have an 8yr old...Thank you for the giggle today...I have an 8yr old and I can so relate to the time difference....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3111064072849484956.post-69480575028234549872008-05-28T14:28:00.000-04:002008-05-28T14:28:00.000-04:00My oldest boy will be 11 next month, and I know wh...My oldest boy will be 11 next month, and I know whereof you speak. But you don't know the meaning of dawdle until you have a teenage girl. That child makes glaciers look Nascar.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037928148778848386noreply@blogger.com