tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post7178664549917484439..comments2024-02-11T02:09:23.512-08:00Comments on An Inch of Gray: Oh Crap!Anna Whiston-Donaldsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14921348961654008115noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-17136959445493635742017-07-28T05:27:04.967-07:002017-07-28T05:27:04.967-07:00Oh my, oh my! Made. My. Day. Oh my, oh my! Made. My. Day. WebiProghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11704672388381658167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-26546406707660111362017-07-25T20:39:02.662-07:002017-07-25T20:39:02.662-07:00Oh nuts!!! Those days suck. You did such a great...Oh nuts!!! Those days suck. You did such a great job describing this. I have a clear visual. <br /><br />I've been really disgusted lately with my kids' willingness to turn their noses up at the dinners I make. And I make some seriously good dinners. So frustrating. It's impossible to cater to everyone's tastebuds.<br /><br />I agree that maybe you should try to get a playdate scheduled. I met so many good friends thru my kids at library story times and the neighborhood pool and the park. I also once invited a mom and her kid and the dad (who I had never met) over for dinner. The thought was that my husband and her husbnad would hit it off. It fell flat. So flat, that years and years later we still laugh about it. So maybe stick to playdates during the day - meet someplace and then you can always fake a need to run home, like I forgot the cable guy was coming. Hopefully you won't need an out. <br /><br />Hope better days head your way!<br />Erniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14976227572609917624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-71136212953990831362017-07-19T18:51:02.217-07:002017-07-19T18:51:02.217-07:00https://m.facebook.com/jesse.newton.37/posts/77617...https://m.facebook.com/jesse.newton.37/posts/776177951574Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-9275414583161463262017-07-19T18:50:10.868-07:002017-07-19T18:50:10.868-07:00Save that story for his first date! Here's to ...Save that story for his first date! Here's to a better tomorrow!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01359644059740146154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-31732246434055707102017-07-19T18:49:32.965-07:002017-07-19T18:49:32.965-07:00https://m.facebook.com/jesse.newton.37/posts/77617...https://m.facebook.com/jesse.newton.37/posts/776177951574<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-69980113912268474502017-07-19T17:55:04.164-07:002017-07-19T17:55:04.164-07:00I'm sorry.....I giggled. But these tough momen...I'm sorry.....I giggled. But these tough moments make for great stories, don't they? And just my two cents (my boys are now 22 and 18) but looking back, I wish I'd made that effort to join up with playdates and activities more....not every day, but definitely a couple times a week. If it doesn't bring you joy, you can always go back to your current ways ;-) But I think you'll enjoy it. Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11466545812997937924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-39527300393262760462017-07-19T15:24:16.634-07:002017-07-19T15:24:16.634-07:00reminds me of the time my 3 year old son ran a Mat...reminds me of the time my 3 year old son ran a Matchbox car thru some poop he had deposited on the basement floor as a way to show his displeasure with the arrival of his new baby sister (that's all I can guess anyway..and he doesn't remember!). I just remember his twin brother coming to me and tattling on him....he must have known it was VERY naughty and should be stopped. Lucky for the blog, so you also know exactly when this little treasured story happened!twinglesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-70590139112063281232017-07-19T14:16:41.716-07:002017-07-19T14:16:41.716-07:00I don't think your age matters when you are in...I don't think your age matters when you are in the trenches with small ones. Some days just massively suck.Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467164195744234746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-75474465021086113772017-07-19T10:35:09.968-07:002017-07-19T10:35:09.968-07:00I'm with Dawn. A dear, dear friend of mine (wh...I'm with Dawn. A dear, dear friend of mine (who sadly passed away last week)used to say to me, "It's hard to remember that 10 years from now, you'll look back on this and laugh." I so feel for you. My mom was 3 weeks from 41 when I was born (with two considerably older brothers, on a farm). I often wonder how she did it. Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04314442257290369186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-46896718435111157812017-07-19T10:30:36.413-07:002017-07-19T10:30:36.413-07:00Oh, Man, one of those days---stinky for sure!Oh, Man, one of those days---stinky for sure!Karen L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14020291630812141094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-32048938724590750432017-07-19T05:01:16.228-07:002017-07-19T05:01:16.228-07:00Someday you will laugh about it.Maybe even today. ...Someday you will laugh about it.Maybe even today. Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00824027366993286152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-51305882539041406642017-07-19T04:20:21.077-07:002017-07-19T04:20:21.077-07:00Oh, the visual! I hope you get to wander through a...Oh, the visual! I hope you get to wander through a thrift store all alone very soon! Karahttp://karakshepherd.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-37515449489326140592017-07-19T04:01:14.980-07:002017-07-19T04:01:14.980-07:00Just remember - you could be a 20-something mother...Just remember - you could be a 20-something mother, and some days would still be crap. You've got this!ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15364692387233027106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-46868041409656587892017-07-19T04:00:05.497-07:002017-07-19T04:00:05.497-07:00Just remember. You could be a 20-something year ...Just remember. You could be a 20-something year old mother, and some days would still be crap. You've got this!ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15364692387233027106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-77459343715978959072017-07-18T21:12:22.498-07:002017-07-18T21:12:22.498-07:00Ooooh. It's happy hour somewhere, right? I rem...Ooooh. It's happy hour somewhere, right? I remember when my little guy was sooo constipated & I insisted on using a suppository on him. Stuff started coming out, & I thought, this isn't so bad. Why did that doom & gloom pharmacist say we didn't want to do this? Then the crap just kept coming. And coming, and coming, and coming. I swear we had 10 feet of it on that chane table. We threw out everything he was wearing, towels, all if it. Just brought up a garbage bag & scooped it in. When I screamed for my husband, he thought the baby was dying. Then he just looked in horror at the carnage. Never again with the baby suppositories. Whatever crap book I read that adcixe in got chucked in the same garbage bag with all the poopy carnage. Feelin' your pain. CindyCindyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12798605916022586221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-91393215720166356742017-07-18T18:56:46.247-07:002017-07-18T18:56:46.247-07:00Oh my, oh my! Oh my, oh my! Debby@Just Breathehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11685398064340027809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-14211808391296218482017-07-18T18:05:13.889-07:002017-07-18T18:05:13.889-07:00oh no. I can feel the defeat and deflation as you...oh no. I can feel the defeat and deflation as you discovered that. Been there (well, honestly not that bad - you WIN!). Here's hoping tomorrow is a better day!Corrick familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06652982360152274672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-1642920518069359192017-07-18T17:48:31.291-07:002017-07-18T17:48:31.291-07:00Remember days like that so well & they sucked....Remember days like that so well & they sucked. Hope tomorrow goes so much better!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-55243092758128438512017-07-18T17:43:52.449-07:002017-07-18T17:43:52.449-07:00Oh, no. Just Oh no. Oh, and also, that stinks!Oh, no. Just Oh no. Oh, and also, that stinks!Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16897876548731816378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-53129167352516257402017-07-18T17:43:14.027-07:002017-07-18T17:43:14.027-07:00I will bring you ice cream any day of the week.
I will bring you ice cream any day of the week.<br />Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07916464882158313685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-7750942220380823512017-07-18T17:37:49.453-07:002017-07-18T17:37:49.453-07:00Oh Anna,
Some days are just shit.... figuratively ...Oh Anna,<br />Some days are just shit.... figuratively and literally! Hope tomorrow is better!Pathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155139280603389593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-43798183159021089752017-07-18T17:37:23.468-07:002017-07-18T17:37:23.468-07:00Oh my goodness! You need a quiet day of peace aft...Oh my goodness! You need a quiet day of peace after this! I need a stiff drink just reading it!<br /><br />Tomorrow will be better... tomorrow will be better... or at least have less poo. Magshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16435362147467339192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-53719587335451884252017-07-18T17:37:16.287-07:002017-07-18T17:37:16.287-07:00Made. My. Day.
Hang in there mama!! xoMade. My. Day. <br /><br />Hang in there mama!! xoIrishRN07https://www.blogger.com/profile/11904458918696728980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334921515741798160.post-73947947980108104972017-07-18T17:36:01.597-07:002017-07-18T17:36:01.597-07:00Oh Anna,
Oh Anna,<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com