Raising children is like being pecked to death by a chicken

April 16th, 2007

Me: I’m all done playing, Max.

Max: What happened, Mommy?

Me: I’m going to take a shower. I want to be alone.

Max: Where’s uh-yone, Mommy?

Me: Alone? Alone is where you are not.

Max: Where’s uh-yone?

Me: Alone is in the shower without you.

Max: Where’s uh-yone, Mommy?

Me: Alone is Mommy in the shower and Max upstairs with the door shut.

Max: Max take a shower.

Me: No, Max go away so that Mommy doesn’t have to bang her head against the wall for relief.

Max: What happened, Mommy?

Me: Nothing, Max.

Max: What happened, Mommy? What happened a head?

Me: Nothing, Max. Mommy’s head is fine. Now go play upstairs.

Max: What happened to Mommy’s head?

Me:

Max: What happened, Mommy?

Me: I’m afraid to say anything.

7 Responses to “Raising children is like being pecked to death by a chicken”

  1. John says:

    Thankfully at our home, Nathan graciously consents to letting Matt always bathe or shower with him. If it weren’t for Nate’s kindness, I’m afraid Matt would try to shower with everyone in the family. Every time. And like Max, he can be quite persistent.

  2. Soul-Fusion says:

    I really do take my solitude for granted sometimes (and love it). I wonder where the perfect balance lies?

  3. Rosie says:

    Remember when Max didn’t talk much? . . .

  4. Lindy Lou says:

    I’m 20 minutes away.

  5. Lindy Lou says:

    It’s actually like being pecked to death by a duck.

  6. Dad says:

    Just splash a little water in his eyes and then run and shower and he won’t even notice that you were gone and then you can come back with a towel and be a hero.

  7. mickey says:

    your family is so funny!

    i love it, and i feel the same, my little man won’t leave my side. i love him, but i feel pecked a little tooo much these days.

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