tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post1806773407263945099..comments2024-03-27T05:30:07.368-04:00Comments on The More, The Messier: The Evolution Of LanguageSuburban Correspondenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-89066726041178196392009-04-08T16:07:00.000-04:002009-04-08T16:07:00.000-04:00Wait, I have one.Fantasy Life: Used to be me and R...Wait, I have one.<BR/><BR/>Fantasy Life: Used to be me and Richard Gere on the beach at sunset; now: me breaking some non-essential bone so I can lie in a hospital bed for a few days....see above comment<BR/>: )BabelBabehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00467487618830618571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-75803814814649056562009-04-08T16:06:00.000-04:002009-04-08T16:06:00.000-04:00I would but considering the spring break we're hav...I would but considering the spring break we're having here, it might spur me to open my veins. Just so I can go stay in a nice quiet hospital for a few days, eating food I don't have to cook, and ignoring screaming children.BabelBabehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00467487618830618571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-56984549809973844752009-04-05T17:52:00.000-04:002009-04-05T17:52:00.000-04:00lifestartsnow - I'm wondering, are there any posts...lifestartsnow - I'm wondering, are there any posts of mine that do paint an appealing picture of motherhood?Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-30210475852310359582009-04-05T16:14:00.000-04:002009-04-05T16:14:00.000-04:00ok, that's not a post that makes motherhood all th...ok, that's not a post that makes motherhood all that appealing...<BR/><BR/>franziAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-43343566888045434882009-04-05T15:41:00.000-04:002009-04-05T15:41:00.000-04:00I'm with Jenn - weekend time is when the kids go o...I'm with Jenn - weekend time is when the kids go out with friends. This is also called "date night".<BR/><BR/>I don't know what you call it, but there used to be a time when there was some intimacy on the couch while praying that Mom and Dad didn't come in and bust me. Now it's praying that my teens won't come in and bust me. Anyone have a name for this?Angela Williams Dueahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05570848895164313428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-6633133606711115742009-04-05T13:08:00.000-04:002009-04-05T13:08:00.000-04:00To lower the tone, how about "Relaxation." Relaxa...To lower the tone, how about "Relaxation." <BR/><BR/>Relaxation: The state one of my children's sphincters will achieve as soon as I sit down with a cup of coffee.<BR/><BR/>Or "Quiet Time."<BR/><BR/>Quiet Time: The two minutes of peace before you realize that the house is quiet and somewhere, someone is doing something really, really naughty.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05859471142569330314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-43294014144096023542009-04-05T12:40:00.000-04:002009-04-05T12:40:00.000-04:00Vacation: a weekend away without kidsTrip: a weeke...Vacation: a weekend away without kids<BR/><BR/>Trip: a weekend away with kids<BR/><BR/>What a long, strange trip it's been...Mom on the Vergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06764277306253027011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-81651181335322072912009-04-05T12:38:00.000-04:002009-04-05T12:38:00.000-04:00Oh, and don't forget "afternoon off", which used t...Oh, and don't forget "afternoon off", which used to mean a little shopping, a little Starbucks. It now means one of three things: having eyebrow hair ripped out by its roots, going for a pelvic exam, or going for a dental cleaning. Yayyyy...Mom on the Vergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06764277306253027011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-39606289404329249282009-04-05T01:32:00.000-04:002009-04-05T01:32:00.000-04:00Spare time: Those hours between 2:00a.m. and 5:00 ...Spare time: Those hours between 2:00a.m. and 5:00 a.m. when I'm not really doing anything.Jillybeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12150574987267072428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-11365158589111483742009-04-05T00:02:00.000-04:002009-04-05T00:02:00.000-04:00The weekend used to be a time for relaxation and g...The weekend used to be a time for relaxation and getting together with friends--now it's just a time to make sure your kids get together with their friends.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-10844223118668550672009-04-04T23:53:00.000-04:002009-04-04T23:53:00.000-04:00I always thought that Family Vacation was an oxymo...I always thought that Family Vacation was an oxymoron.<BR/><BR/>Mom's just DON'T get vacations---face it!!Shawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04305357810894657905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-37190093693561811252009-04-04T21:04:00.000-04:002009-04-04T21:04:00.000-04:00Oh bath time- is no longer a luxury- instead you n...Oh bath time- is no longer a luxury- instead you need to see if you can shower under 4 minutes before the kid comes in asking if you can do this or that....found you through Michel...great read :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-72942907012771043012009-04-04T20:49:00.000-04:002009-04-04T20:49:00.000-04:00Date night?! What's that? ;) How about "walk along...Date night?! What's that? ;) <BR/><BR/>How about "walk along the beach"?<BR/><BR/>Used to mean strolling serenely along the water line, gazing at the waves and letting the breeze fan back your hair. Now it means jumping after kids, hurrying kids up, dragging kids out of the water, and generally going crazy. You're guaranteed to get either cranky or wet -- you choose. Oh, and it's not much easier just taking them on the beach to paddle in the waves. I have one that still tries to walk to Africa.<BR/><BR/>Hmm. Next date night, I think I'll take a walk along the beach.Mom on the Vergehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06764277306253027011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-77966728817262265562009-04-04T19:43:00.000-04:002009-04-04T19:43:00.000-04:00Oh I can play this game!Laundry Day - I vaguely re...Oh I can play this game!<BR/><BR/>Laundry Day - I vaguely remember hauling home 2 baskets of laundry on the weekends and spending an hour or two doing it (unless my mil did it first LOL) rather than using the coin operated machines in our appartment building. Now.... all day every day is laundry day around here.....and I love it so much I even wash the clean clothes the kids are too lazy to put away and just toss back in the hamper. Ugh!**kirsten**https://www.blogger.com/profile/10725926264907620692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-77979168699923667322009-04-04T19:32:00.000-04:002009-04-04T19:32:00.000-04:00Too great. My fave has to be Mother's Night Out!Too great. My fave has to be Mother's Night Out!Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17218519474695662328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-85626459172874263912009-04-04T19:25:00.000-04:002009-04-04T19:25:00.000-04:00I love going to the beach, but it just means I hav...I love going to the beach, but it just means I have to take care of someone else's house, only with sand. <BR/><BR/>I can't add to those except to define The Arsenic Hour: those hours leading up to dinner and beyond, when you either want to take it or give it (arsenic, that is)<BR/><BR/>Off to "vacation" in NYC...<BR/>I've done all the planning, but I still don't know anything about the train or the subway or the bus...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-11853391232883672882009-04-04T19:11:00.000-04:002009-04-04T19:11:00.000-04:00I am so glad someone else can understand these thi...I am so glad someone else can understand these things! Because my husband can't. I can relate to them all but especially the Date Night. Last night we went out to celebrate our anniversary (my HB actually remembered so that was a plus!) and as we were waiting to buy movie tickets he asked if I had any money on me. I ended up buying the tickets, the petrol to get home, and paying the babysitter.<BR/><BR/>And the Beach Vacation - I always tell HB I need a holiday to recover from our holiday!Mum-mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10964065407491663047noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-67085527807425542212009-04-04T18:49:00.000-04:002009-04-04T18:49:00.000-04:00I don't have anything to contribute, except to say...I don't have anything to contribute, except to say that I'm glad I'm not the only one who has rinsed and repeated simply because I couldn't remember whether I had shampooed or not.Shelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16042222907090463909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-5704076187390161012009-04-04T18:47:00.000-04:002009-04-04T18:47:00.000-04:00Down time: time you get to actually sit down and d...Down time: time you get to actually sit down and do a chore, such as cleaning the mess off the carpet, etc.Diannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07103449769917847211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-58790931573956752712009-04-04T18:22:00.000-04:002009-04-04T18:22:00.000-04:00Bath time- Once upon a time it was ME, in a deep, ...Bath time- Once upon a time it was ME, in a deep, hot, bubbly tub with candles lit, a good book to read, and maybe even some soothing music playing softly in the background. <BR/>Now it involves 5 screaming, splashing kids, buckets of spilled shampoo, soapy eyes, flooded bathroom, naked dripping kids running through the living room in search of a specific bath toy, an aching back as I bend and stoop-repeatedly-over the bathtub holding little heads down in the water as the children thrash and scream about doing it themselves depite the fact that they can only manage to get about 2 square inches of their head wet on their own. And then after all the fighting to get them in and washed we get to fight about getting them out and wrestled into pajamas.Mollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15735937453303047247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-7155089353352788112009-04-04T17:21:00.000-04:002009-04-04T17:21:00.000-04:00Expectation of Privacy - once you have kids, there...Expectation of Privacy - once you have kids, there is none.Zaynahttp://zaynasgarden.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-6070559476015750922009-04-04T16:45:00.000-04:002009-04-04T16:45:00.000-04:00These are hilarious.My mom used to say carpool use...These are hilarious.<BR/><BR/>My mom used to say carpool used to mean her night to be the designated driver with her girlfriends. Then it meant who was driving to dance class, soccer practice, piano lessons, dances...Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13619255716588830475noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-37357607212433877932009-04-04T16:13:00.000-04:002009-04-04T16:13:00.000-04:00Childless: formerly unfortunate state of not havin...Childless: formerly unfortunate state of not having children...now I can only assume means wealthy and well rested.<BR/><BR/>I don't have kids, so I suck at this game! no fair!Michelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15648306344915919991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-90080273316041025712009-04-04T15:59:00.000-04:002009-04-04T15:59:00.000-04:00But, of course...But, of course...Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29186394.post-18806499139800604572009-04-04T15:40:00.000-04:002009-04-04T15:40:00.000-04:00Happy Hour: Obviously, this now refers to the chil...Happy Hour: Obviously, this now refers to the children's bedtime.amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02429539000041713324noreply@blogger.com