I'm (Not) Crazy Mommy: Hablaba

Friday, March 20, 2009

Hablaba

A haiku:

Throw-up in your hair
Vomit on the walls and floor
Nervous break-down soon?

I am so done with sickness.

Heard from G-Dog yesterday after a violent round of ralphing:

"I wish I was another guy who never frowed up, mommy."

Heard from MayDay yesterday morning, at my mom's house, before we went to get the doughnuts I'd promised him:

"Mommy, dis," waving hand in the air, " is NOT de donut shop."

That's all I got. I promise I'll be back soon.

9 comments:

Kristina P.March 20, 2009 at 12:23 PM
I hope you and your brood
Get better and get rid of the flu
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ClaudiaMarch 20, 2009 at 2:12 PM
I'm so sorry about all the sickness ... and you thought poop on the bathroom rug was gross ... little did you know then, ha?

Hopefully by now ... things are better ...

I'm afraid to ask.
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That GirlMarch 20, 2009 at 2:21 PM
What you got is just fine, beb.

Now go eat a doughnut.
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StephanieMarch 20, 2009 at 3:02 PM
Just wanted to drop in and say, there is life after puke. And I really, really wish *I* was in North Carolina right now because I miss it, and reading it in your profile made me nostalgic. Sigh.
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Em-CatMarch 20, 2009 at 3:13 PM
Yuk. I don't envy you one bit!
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UnknownMarch 20, 2009 at 3:26 PM
I think I love MayDay!

Sorry ya'll are puking. Feel better soon!
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UnknownMarch 20, 2009 at 4:13 PM
Boy, can I relate.
Barfy kids are mis'rable.
Better days ahead!

A haiku of encouragement!
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ucmamaMarch 20, 2009 at 9:09 PM
I think that will become my new theme. Whenever I'm just not feelin it, I'll wave my hand in the air and declare, "THIS...is NOT de donut shop!"
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Jenni JamesMarch 21, 2009 at 5:22 AM
LOLOL! This was awesome! And um, yeah... I've just been there done that X 6 grr... no comment. Jenni
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