Thursday, February 24, 2005

Don't Make Me Come In There!!

Have you seen that commercial where the boy and girl are in the back seat of the car and he just keeps touching her? Just b-a-r-e-l-y touching her with the very t-i-p of his finger...then they are on the beach... same deal. The parents exchange annoyed glances, but that's about all.

This is not reality. Oh, the sibling stuff is real enough...but real parents? They would be responding a little differently:

"STOP IT!"
"LEAVE your sister ALONE!"
"Just walk away from him...stop it...stop it....I SAID STOP IT!"
"He's just trying to get you mad and you fussing is exactly what he wants....stop it!"
"STOP!"
"Don't MAKE me come in there!"

Finally, the one that occassionally makes my children pause - barely:
"I've had it! You don't know who you're messing with here!!!!!"

This morning, I could no longer stand one minute of them going at each other. I decided to leave 15 minutes early. I loaded my stuff and set about scraping the car windows. Almost done, I hear my cell phone ringing in the car. Yup. It's Them....calling from 2 yards away, in the house. They have not realized I am still at home.

Yes, they still live. Yes, my right eye IS twitching, how did you know?

Knitting: At the armhole shaping on the back of Ribby. Renewed interest, this is a good thing.

Bound off my first Dulaan Project item, the gaiter is done. Ends have yet to be woven in, but let's not quibble, it's done.

Mohair feather and fan continues....

Strong possibility the much too small socks are about to be abandoned in favor of actually knitting them in the size (gasp) recommended.

Swatching the intensely vivid, wonderful, Over The Rainbow Lagoon sock yarn on size 1 Addi circs in order to attempt the Columbine socks from Socks Soar. Two at a time? Eh...I'll figure that out later.

Weighty issues: Today at 2 pm I have my first appointment with the clinic. Not the beginning of the actual diet per se, but the first steps.

Today's mantra: "Don't Make Me Come In There"....no, no, that's not right...

2 comments:

Knitti-me said...

I feel your pain - hehe. I'll have the kids call me up at work with each on an extension arguing. Ah parenthood.

Get going on that Cardi. I'm at the arm pit shaping on the right front (still have left front and two sleeves to go).

dragonfly said...

I so agree about that commercial! I have said ALL those things to mine, in the last 24 hours. Although my personal favorite is "if you keep making me mad I'll have a stroke and die and you'll have to go live with your aunt and THEN you'll be sorry!" This slows them down ... sometimes. (OK, don't call CPS -- they are teenagers, not toddlers and I don't say it ALL the time, just when I'm at the end of my rope..)