ten months to the day
For sale, cheap: One 3 year-old boy, not housebroken. Special this week only: 25% off due to argumentative defects. Does not come when called. Talks back. Does not eat. Refuses to blow nose, preferring instead to snort snot into the back of his throat at least fifteen times per minute. Smells like crotch. Whines incessantly. Ability to vomit at will.
Also this week: 75% off one worn out, ineffective, unwashed, self-loathing, androgynous half-woman, half-rottweiler blend. Comes with door-slamming prowess, relentless abdominal pooch and complimentary nightmares.
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PLEASE BE NOTIFIED the fire sale of aformentioned small boy and growling she-dog has been retracted due to temporary relief as provided by: 1) one medicinal ‘It-Was-Staring-At-Me-Longingly-When-I-Opened-The-Fridge- Seeking-Carrot-Sticks’ Sleeman’s Honey Lager; 2) two hours of comfortably toddler-numbing SellMySoul-o-vision; and 3) one hour-long “family adventure” on sheets of near-rink ice in a torrential freezing rain downpour.
Duly noted: therapeutic alcohol WORKS.


Reader Comments (66)
Mine is also not housebroken, and also smells like crotch. All the time. No matter how often I wash him. And never stops talking. Ever.
Pray for me.
and then i realized i already have both models, except the shorter one can't even talk, just talks back in screeches.
so, um...sending only love.
sucks though...if only the sun would come out...
For Sale
One sister for sale!One sister for sale!One crying and spying young sister for sale!I'm really not kidding,So who'll start the bidding?Do I hear a dollar?A nickel?A penny?Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there anyOne kid who will buy this old sister for sale,This crying and spying young sister for sale?
Didn't you know kids jobs are to drive you batty - absolutely batty. Sounds like they are performing perfectly!
Oh, and today I am going to shower - it's been four days and I am beyond gross. I'm the one who smells around here.
My children have those, too. One of them is independent, one of them is insecure, they are both unbudgeable.
I have a friend who is parenting three compliant children and one sort-of stubborn one, and I must confess, I sometimes want to stand up and cheer when the non-compliant child tells her mother "no."
It's a phase. He'll be nice to you in phases, too. I promise.
Do you know about ebay?? I'll bet you could get enough for him to take yourself and your hubby on a lovely tropical vacation!
Remember Kate: one success per day is to say a lot more than most. And showers do wonders, too. Have you had one lately? You know, not for cleansing purposes, but to just stand under the hot water and breathe. I seriously dig that.
Oh, and age three, IMO, is for the birds.
the refusal to wipe nose is what makes the sale a tough one for me. what is it about little kids and their hate for tissues?
:)
And the chasing him with tissues! GAWD! He would rather use a sleeve, so whenever we go someplace he has dry snail-slime on his left forearm sleeve.
Hugs to you, sister ... and a very restful naptime (if Evan still partakes!)
Will calm down by the time he reaches age 10.
Comes with three equally stir-crazy, rapaciously hungry kids.
Smiles - hang in there! Get some shower therapy when the wee rebels are in bed.
You better sell fast because soon you will also have a professional dodger in public (of course) as well as the limp noodle trick when you finally catch him. That hasn't been a good selling point for me.
Hope the beer was good!
Yeah thanks. I just spurted coffee on my keyboard.
And yes, therapeutic alcohol cures all ills. Should be a government sponsored medication.
Then it's hell until they move out. Unless you as the parent drink your way through the teen years...
I hope to share a mind numbing beer with you in the future.
xo
i always seem to stumble on your new posts sometime after midnight, and i just love your humor, especially when it's written through the madness that we all seem to share.
Ack.
You're priceless!
my paunch is (much) bigger than yours -- finally got that pilates ball inflated btw, but since it scares the heck out of him (well, it *is* bigger then he is), it is not doing much good (yet)... so I think a sale is out of the question... therapeutic alcohol it is...
It is so nice to know I am not the only mom who has wanted to sell my kids. Elizabeth talks back by stomping her feet and hitting me while Thomas talks back by screaming and falling to the floor. Both very lovely to watch let alone hear in public places. They do still love their baths though so we are good in that department.
New target demographic = mothers with young children
Tagline = 'Take two for whatever ales you." (Get it? Ales? This is why I got out of advertising.)
thanks for the laugh!