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08/09/2010
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Oh god – that is like every morning in our house, with the added frisson of Magnus not being able to communicate his frustrations so he just randomly breaks stuff.
Stuff broken this week:
-sugar bowl
-pestle from my mortar and pestle
-new magazine cut to shreds with scissors
-pencil scribbles all over pantry
Whew.
No, Magnus! Not the pestle! And not the new pantry! Gaargh!
Good grief Helen. How does one so small break a pestle?
That’s wonderful Sarah, in an exhausting and highly accurate kind of way. That final to-and-fro dialogue reminds me of Lynda Barry’s cartoons… you know her?
You have such a talent for making the obvious cryptic and thought provoking!! Kind of like Batman for mothers!!!
I love my children even without socks…
I really appreciate your work! Keeps me smiling even on those mornings….
…this could so easily have been written about me & my boys!
what is about socks! Bessie has taken to taking her’s off (after spending forever getting them on) everywhere as well as her shoes – I imagine Wellington littered with small discarded unloved socks…
Roll on summer sandals 🙂
he he this post made me laugh, my problem at the moment is finding MATCHING socks! (oh yes and like you, getting them on the feet is a mission in itself!!) I gave up this week and every day have sent oscar to preschool with mismatched socks…
The tags say it all really – socks, children, frustration. I love the way you’ve completely captured those little interactions and all the emotions wrapped up in it!!!