WIMTS-Week 5

So, it's been a while since I last did one of these. But since it's Wednesday today and I'm in the mood to say what's really on my mind, this is just perfect. Feel free to check Chief out and play along.

My son, Jon lately has been going through the whining and complaining stage. I don't know, maybe all the hormones or whatever it is that comes with puberty is hitting him from all sides or something. Seriously, the boy complains and whines about everything. It doesn't matter what it is, whether chores, homework, a little errand, if I ask him to do anything, I will be hearing his whining and complaining til I just want to beat my head against the wall.

Last week, he had been complaining and whining pretty much non-stop and I just let it go. A couple days ago, I told him to wash the dishes, OMG, you should hear him whine. First, he tried coming up with an excuse not to do it, then he asked why couldn't I ask his older brother to do it and when he realized that I was standing my ground, he had no choice but to do the dishes, he started crying and then throw in my face about how unfair I was and that I love his brothers more than him that's why I was making him do chores and I'm a mean mom.

What I did..I just told him it's not true, I don't love his brothers more.

What I meant to say and should've have said was....

"Yes, I'm a mean mom and I'm sorry that I'm unfair, life is unfair so deal with it. And I must have hated you so much that I am trying my darnedest to raise you to become responsible human being so that when you do get married, your future wife won't complain to all her friends and family about what a terrible husband you are who can't even wash his own dish and can't do anything. Yes I guess I must have hated you so much that I am pushing you to be a better human being, that you'll learn to be successful in whatever you do so that you do not grow up to be a menace to society."

There ya go, my WIMTS for today. I mentioned before that I would like to send all you nice ladies beautiful hand-made Mother's day card so if interested, hit me up through email. I still have some of yours from last year, I do would like to send to all of you who follow me..FIRST PRIORITY to me..anyone else interested, send me your physical addy through email.

Have a great day and happy blogging!!

What I Meant to Say....Week 4

What I said when my son Chris' high school counselor called me when I was out on a date with my hubby celebrating our anniversary Monday night to tell me that my son is acting up in class, if we're having problem at home was "hump, nope, not that I know of."

What I meant to say and should have said was "nope, there isn't any problem at home but now that you called there definitely is going to be problem at home once I get my hands on my son. You have just succeeded in ruining a beautiful night where I've finally gotten to eat at this great Restaurant I've been dying to eat at for years and you couldn't wait to call and ruin which by the way it is seven o'clock at night...I have been home all day, why in the world didn't you call me then?"

I do would like to know why the school officials or staff like to assume that once a kid misbehave or act like hormonal teenagers that there is problem at home. Don't they know that teenagers are pickle creatures, one minute they can be the world's best kids in the world and the next they are like the devil re-reincarnate?

There ya go...my WIMTS Wednesday...click on the button up there if you'd like to read more of these from other bloggers or if you'd like unload something off your chest that you really meant to say but is too polite to have otherwise done so.

Later!!

What I Meant to Say....Week 3

Aloha all....

It's that time again...WIMTS Wednesday. I do look forward to this day because you see, I need to express exactly what I meant to say that I otherwise cannot say in real life sometimes. And my sanity totally depends on this, that's why I chose to participate in this weekly post...It's actually fun and I encourage any of you to try it, if not for any other reason then let it be for the fun part. So, here goes nothing:

To my son when I told him to take the garbage out yesterday. What I meant to say was...take all the garbage out of the house and deposit them in the big gigantic gray garbage can at our front gate, not just the kitchen garbage but every garbage in the house and don't leave them behind the back door where all that garbage is starting to pile up to look like it's the garbage dump itself.

To my daughter when I told her to wash the dishes. What I meant to say was don't just wash plates only...washing the dishes means you wash all the plates, bowls, silver wares, the pots and pans we cook with, all the serving dishes and for the love of all that is holy, will you please wipe down the counter and behind the kitchen sink so that there's not a huge puddle of water sitting on the counter that it practically looks huge enough for a person to fall in and drown herself?!!

Seems like lately when I tell the kids to do their chores, they've been doing the job haphazardly. Now it's your turn...hook up with Chief and play her game or just click on the tag up there.

Mahalo and happy blogging to ya!! God bless!!

Another week of What I meant to say....

When I smiled and kindly responded to my 2nd grader's teacher that I will talk to my son, what I meant to say and should've said was....

"You do not go straight to the principal's office to get them to do something about my son without consulting with me first. If you are so concerned about him like you said you did, why the heck didn't you call me or send me a note? Hell, you have my home, cell, my hubby's cell and work numbers, three of my friends's home and cell numbers....shit, you even have my MIL's home and cell phone numbers and she lives in another state, I'd damn well give you my parents' phone number if they were still alive and the school could afford to have you call long distance, why the heck didn't you call me? Seriously, how hard is it to get a hold of me when you practically have all those numbers within your fingertips?

You have a problem with my son, call me for heaven's sake. Don't say you've been meaning to get a hold of me and then go whining to the principal's office about my son. And another thing, stop comparing my son to his older sister who was in your class a few years ago. I get it, she was a good student, very obedient and happens to like you and your class, that doesn't mean my son will be the same way. Just cuz they come from the same two parents doesn't mean they will act the same way.

And while we're at it...maybe you're just too boring for my son to sit in your class and listen to your monotonic voice for six hours of the day, ever think about that? Sheesh, all I wanted to do was to get a class list to make some valentine treats for the kids and you had to go to all whiny on me...ever heard of the right time and place for everything?"

Now, it's your turn, hit up Chief at her place and play along.

What I Meant to Say....Week 2

I know whoever read me would like to read some more posts and maybe some real sensible ones at that but hey, I told you guys last week I've been feeling crappy lately so until I can get a handle on this crappy mood, I'll be posting this Wednesday posts.

And you guys should play along, it's really fun...just click on the tag below.




Who knows, you guys might just find it to your liking if not, you can check out all the other people linking up to this fun Wednesday deal and have yourself some really good laugh or read. So here goes nothing...

To the nosy lady at the grocery store...after meeting me for first time and nosily prying some information about me having seven kids said, "Seven children? So, is this little girl the youngest" (pointing at Kaitlin).

Me: Yes

Her: She's a really cutie but seven? So is she your last or you planning to have more?

Me: She's the last one.

What I meant to say and would have love to throw in her face was....."Oh no, she's not the last one. I'm planning on having 20 or more kids. I plan to single handedly multiply and replenish the earth..what ya think about that?"

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♥ y'all and God bless!!

What I Meant to Say...

I've been in some really rotten mood these days, you know those days when you just feel like snapping at anyone and everyone you come in contact with. Nope, it's not the time of the month, and nope, I'm not pregnant which is usually the biggest contributors of my rotten mood and let's face it, I'm waaaaay toooo young to be going through menapause..LOL.

I don't have a vent blog where I can throw all the nasty thoughts I have going through my head and I am not that big on journal keeping either so imagine my burst of delight when I come across this blog. She started a "What I meant to say" Wednesday post and I think it is the perfect thing to do once a week.





This is ongoing problem we're dealing with right now...we have some tenants who are constantly late on their rent and hardly pays the whole amount they owe. Whenever we try to collect the rent from them, the wife pulls out some sob story that tugs at my heart so I feel sorry for her and let it slide...months after months.

Yesterday when I asked her again for this month's rent which they haven't paid yet(and still owe back rent) and the month is almost over...her response was that her bank charged her for some overcharged on her account, she's going to talk to her aunt to help, blah blah blah...

I (again, the real sucker for this kind of thing) told her, please bring me your rent as soon you can.

What I meant and is absolutely dying to say was "oh for Pete's sake, send your hubby out to work instead of letting him just hanging out at home and only working part time so that he can pay the rent so you don't have to keep giving me some sob story which by the way makes me a big time sucker for always falling into it and letting you off the hook. And while we're on the subject...we've given you the cheapest rent you can find on this island, stop trying to live her practically rent-free. And there are three very capable adults living in your home, how hard is it to come up with cheap rent among the three of you without having to pull your aunt(who by the way doesn't live here) to pay for your rent?"

Wow...I feel so much better already...LOL. If any of you want to play along, just click on the button up there, it'll take you where you need to go.