Friday, March 6, 2009


Imagine yelling, screaming, loud talking.
Pushing, shoving, tackling. Jumping on the couch, breaking the spindle on the stairs. Running up and down the stairs, terrorizing the animals. Running through the house with wet, muddy shoes. I can't hear myself speak... Paying attention? Forget that! Imagine the life of a suicidal scout leader! Those boys are going to drive me to drinkin'! Moral of the story: I have no control over 8 eight & nine year old boys Cooking wine is too salty


  1. Have you tried Nyquil? :)

    Hang in there. Once you hit complete insanity, they'll be obligated to remove you from your calling. Not that I would know...

  2. I think that is one of the few callings I would be tempted to say no to. Who am I kidding? I am tempted to say no to all of them! :D

    Did they really break the spindle on your staircase? I think I would have an ugly freakout fit that would be so traumatizing that they would tell the tale to their own children. "Whatever you do, don't break the spindle....." Like the time my 9th grade seminary teacher blew his top and started swearing at us....You just don't forget things like that! :D

    Hang in there!

  3. I don't envy you!
    All I can say is...hope for a nasty head cold where you can have a legal excuse to drink large quantities of Nyquil...(good idea, Becky!) That's some good stuff!

  4. You have my deepest sympathies.

    I have to deal with the 8 year old girls. GIRLS! I thought they'd be a piece of cake. Oh no. Oh no no no.

    What is wrong with them! I thought the brain-dead wasn't supposed to set in until the teen years.


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