I have no brain power today. Could it be the fact that I fell asleep at 10 last night and got a full 8 hours of sleep? Sometimes I truly believe that my body functions better after only 5-6 hours of sleep. But since I was tired, I went to bed and got a whole 8 hours! And now I’m even more tired. Stupid Body!
I wanted to do a bullet point post today (don’t worry I’m still going to) about random things that have been on my mind lately. Like the fact that turn signals should play music. You could download MP3’s to your car! Just imagine…want to turn left? Your turn signal breaks out into “To the left, to the left.” Want to turn right? “To the right, to the right.” I know random, I told you.
But instead I give you a bullet point post about things my mother tells me about my early years on our daily commute.
- To play off of the beginning of the post…She’s the one who told me that when I’m tired, I’m going to go to sleep. It used to freak her out when I was younger b/c I’d just disappear.
- She thought I had a really bad inner ear infection when I was about a year old. Basically b/c I’d run into or fall off of things all the time. When she took me to the doctor he couldn’t find anything wrong and was about to suggest it was a neurological issue when he watched me follow my 3 year old sister in climbing up onto the exam table and promptly fell on my head. He said “OR it could be that she’s trying to do things she doesn’t have the motor skills for yet.” Mom maintains that I’m just plain clumsy b/c I have really short legs and a really long torso. This also explains why pants never fit. I am too tall for petite jeans and too short for average jeans…and apparently too cheap for a tailor
- When I was being potty trained my mother tried to teach me the same way she taught my sister. When I successfully went to the bathroom I got a gumball out of the toy gumball machine she had. The problem is my mother didn’t specify what “successfully going to the bathroom” meant. So when I walked up to her with soaked pants and demanded my gumball, she couldn’t help but laugh.
- She did successfully potty train me by a different sort of bribery. The nursery school that my sister attended was called “Rainbow School”. I LOVED Rainbow School and couldn’t wait until it was my turn to go. When my mother realized this she told me that I couldn’t go to Rainbow School until I learned to keep my Big Girls Panties dry. She says she put Big Girl Panties on me that night and I never had an accident…
- …until I was 8. My mother also informed me (and yet another thing that still holds true today) that I don’t announce I need to go to the bathroom until about 12 seconds before it’s too late. I did this at a grocery store once. A friend of mine was spending the night and we were at the grocery store to possibly buy some yummy Chef Boyardee pizza and I realized I had to pee. When no one paid attention and 12 seconds passed, I couldn’t hold it any longer and peed my pants right by the gumball machines. Anyone else find it funny that the two times I’ve peed my pants in my lifetime can be linked to gumball machines?
As much as my daily commute fills me with intense road rage, it’s conversations about the strange kid I used to be that keep me commuting.
Also-I <3 You Mom!
*kisses*
Okay, my favorite one is definitely the peeing in your pants to get a gumball! That left me smiling
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hahaha this was a good start to my morning
Hahaha you are hilarious! Maybe you have a Pavlovian response to gumball machines? You see one and you can’t help but pee. That would actually be a really inconvenient problem, I’m glad it doesn’t happen anymore (right?).
I can’t function if I get too much sleep either. Weird.
Anyhow, that was a lot of pee talk, but cute stories. It’s so fun that you commute with your mom everyday. Although for me, I think it would get old. Quickly.
Gumball machines will do it everytime
Ah, that’s so sweet! I wish I could commute with the Mami every day.
Sometimes tailors will give you a discount if you bring them alot of clothes at once. Old Navy is the bomb! We should totally shop there when you’re here in May, lol, right after we have margaritas, which hopefully won’t make you pee. Tipsy shopping!
You are kind of like my dogs – we taught them that they get a cookie when they go outside and GO POTTY. But they think they can just run outside and then come back in and then demand a cookie.
(And of course, you being like my dogs is a compliment, because I totally love them.)
aww thats so sweet!
i love my mom too! (shes the bestest in the world), and she tells me of what a horror i was, maybe i should do a similar post.
i used to like to sleep in the dryer, with the door closed, talk about freaked out moms.
DUDE. Potty training is the worst. As a nanny, I have done my fair share of helping doing so. In a house of twin two year olds and a 3 year old, I’m pretty sure I never wanted to see a potty again.
thankyou for putting a smile on my face. you are too cute.
and p.s., that blinker/music idea? genius.
I try to pee my pants at least once a week I am preparing my family for the time when they have to put me in diapers. I don’t like this birthday nonsense.
aw that’s so cute! Two nights ago, I also slept way too much and couldn’t wake up the rest of the day yesterday. We need LESS sleep! who would’ve thunk it?
Isn’t it strange? I feel the same way when I sleep more than my usual number of hours. This was such a funny post. And hi, I also want to go to Rainbow School. It sounds like great fun. hee.
“So when I walked up to her with soaked pants and demanded my gumball, she couldn’t help but laugh.”
You are adorable! This post was too funny and sweet.
I see my Mom in five days!!!
I have really short legs and a long torso too and I’m not clumsy. I also can’t pinpoint any down-right clumsy moments of yours so I think Mom may need to rethink this equilibrium idea. But the pants thing. Amen to that! Try Aeropostale stat! They have a style called Henley or Hailey or something like that. Niiiice. Except not good for tall boots. Hmphf.
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