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Thank You Very Much Thursdays
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:00 pmSo, there's this mommy-related blog I lurk from time to time. In all honesty, outside of being mothers to boys (well, boy in my case) and the occasional love of snapping pictures of family members and pets, I dare say we don't have that much in common. However, it's a blog I enjoy reading and it's almost always guaranteed to at least get a chuckle or two out of me.
There are some theme days at this blog, and one of them is Thank You Very Much Thursdays, which actually originated at a different blog, but I wanted to start participating.
It’s Free Therapy Day!! That’s right, it’s Thursday, which means it’s the Thank You Very Much day. The way it works is that you take out all your frustrations on people/things that peeved you off during the week and thank them in a very sarcastic way, for being who or what they are/doing what they did. I know everyone can use some free therapy, so go ahead and type yours out, grab my button from my sidebar, and then link up with me so that we can all share in each other’s therapy.
To the Subway Sandiwch Artist. Thank you oh so very much for trying to undermine me, a complete stranger, and offering a small cup so my son could get a Coke after I said no. I understand my son was upset, but he's six years old and had just been picked up from school where he had a full day of school on top of Occupational Therapy. He was tired and cranky. When I held my ground and said no again, I saw that look you gave me. Yes, I'm one of those mothers who doesn't let her child drink soda whenever he wants, and I do mean no when I say it.
To my son's new speech therapist. I have no problem that you want to reassess my son, after all we're in a new state in a new school. I'm glad he's getting a new test considering just how far along he's come since last year's testing in South Carolina. I only wish you'd have called me ahead of time to make sure I could make a meeting at 8:00 AM on Wednesday morning to discuss planning a new IEP. Thank you very much for scheduling it anyway. I'm just glad I can make itbecause I'm a lazy bum who hasn't found a job yet.
To the kiddo. Thank you very much for lying to me when I asked if you had to go potty. I admire your ability to continue lying when I ask you if you've had an accident when I can see your wet pants. If you had been honest with me, I could have stopped at a gas station. The only reason why you're getting off so lightly is because I remember pulling the same sorts of stunts with your Grandma and your late Papa when I was your age and having accidents in those frilly dresses your Grandma made me wear. Yes, I know it sucks to use public restrooms, but this is what happens when you don't go potty when your body tells you it needs to go. Sometimes, we just can't get home in time. Sorry, buddy.
There are some theme days at this blog, and one of them is Thank You Very Much Thursdays, which actually originated at a different blog, but I wanted to start participating.
It’s Free Therapy Day!! That’s right, it’s Thursday, which means it’s the Thank You Very Much day. The way it works is that you take out all your frustrations on people/things that peeved you off during the week and thank them in a very sarcastic way, for being who or what they are/doing what they did. I know everyone can use some free therapy, so go ahead and type yours out, grab my button from my sidebar, and then link up with me so that we can all share in each other’s therapy.
To the Subway Sandiwch Artist. Thank you oh so very much for trying to undermine me, a complete stranger, and offering a small cup so my son could get a Coke after I said no. I understand my son was upset, but he's six years old and had just been picked up from school where he had a full day of school on top of Occupational Therapy. He was tired and cranky. When I held my ground and said no again, I saw that look you gave me. Yes, I'm one of those mothers who doesn't let her child drink soda whenever he wants, and I do mean no when I say it.
To my son's new speech therapist. I have no problem that you want to reassess my son, after all we're in a new state in a new school. I'm glad he's getting a new test considering just how far along he's come since last year's testing in South Carolina. I only wish you'd have called me ahead of time to make sure I could make a meeting at 8:00 AM on Wednesday morning to discuss planning a new IEP. Thank you very much for scheduling it anyway. I'm just glad I can make it
To the kiddo. Thank you very much for lying to me when I asked if you had to go potty. I admire your ability to continue lying when I ask you if you've had an accident when I can see your wet pants. If you had been honest with me, I could have stopped at a gas station. The only reason why you're getting off so lightly is because I remember pulling the same sorts of stunts with your Grandma and your late Papa when I was your age and having accidents in those frilly dresses your Grandma made me wear. Yes, I know it sucks to use public restrooms, but this is what happens when you don't go potty when your body tells you it needs to go. Sometimes, we just can't get home in time. Sorry, buddy.
