My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


The Outing

Why I (normally) refuse to shop (or do anything) with my mother:

I was having a good morning until my mother decides to take me shopping at The Ungodly Large Proportion Mart. Once there, she wouldn't lead the way in the store... she'd be like go to this item.

I would tell her - I don't know where that item is located. She'd point and make a sour face then get mad at me, because apparently I should have the exact GPS position of every item in every store (whether I shop there or not) permanently etched into my brain. I'd wander trying to find whatever we were looking for and she was NO help. Unless you count the glaring at me as help.

Halfway through the store, she told me to get milk. I asked ,"What Kind?" to which she replied "There are no brands- just get the 2%". So I get the 2% milk with the best date on it. Of course when we get to the register it's the wrong brand. And the jug is dirty. And she wont buy it. And she makes a scene and acts an ass in front of 47 people.

So I told the checkout guy she was only doing that because I picked out the milk, and just to ignore her because she couldn't behave in public.

I don't know why she quit talking to me.


Ethansmama said...

Good for you, just because they are the parent doesn't mean they don't have to behave

Marcy "meg" said...

I agree with supermom! Sorry your mom wasn't cooperating today :(

twondra said...

Ditto to pp. Wow...You are truly the adult. Sorry you had to put up with that.

kittenroar5 said...

Yay! Way to stand up for yourself. I promise when you come to Houston I won't make you shop by yourself. Unless you'd prefer it...

B said...

pffft!! If there is shopping, K will go anyways..even if she has to follow you secretly. Sorry your mama was grumpy...did she miss her nap time?

Michelle said...

LOL! I just read Nick your blog. He couldnt remember who Aradia was, so I said, "The girl with the 1 year old who wants another and her husband's name is Jeff, the one who she had to explain to him who everyone was in the blog world a little while back." To which he replied to your blog about your mother, "Thats awsome!"

Michell said...

Sorry mom was being crabby. Good for you for standing up and saying something about it.