I'm officially my mother.

Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like you are endlessly cleaning?

You finish cleaning one room and move on to the next, just to have your kids mess up behind you, and then you have to go back to cleaning that same room again.  You try to have your kids clean up their mess, but then it turns into an even bigger mess, and you're stuck cleaning THAT.

Well...My Curly Haired Friend (MCHF) was having just such a day.  It's summer, so her two daughters, Typical First Born (TFB), age 9,  and Little Spit Fire (LSF), age 5, are home.


On this particular day, they kept getting into the fridge and spilling stuff on the floor every time they went to get something out.  After several times of cleaning up messes, MCHF walked into the kitchen to find LSF halfway into the refrigerator with stuff spilling out.


Now, I've never heard MCHF curse around her kids, but I guess she'd had enough.  For the purposes of this scene, we'll call LSF "Chrissy".

MCHF: CHRISSY! What the hell are you doing?!
LSF: It's too cold in here for the devil!  I'm getting a drink!

MCHF: I completely walked into that one.  


A text I received later:

Alright.  It's come to this...

I'm officially my mother.

It was either tape the kids' hands together or tape the fridge shut.  I took the high road. 
Kicking and screaming.

I did give them options...bread and water.

LSF was not amused:

Hahahahahaha  Oooooh, man, this kid.

This blog post is a continuation of the previous post, so if you're just joining us, you may want to scroll down and read that one first, or this may not make sense. It's ok...I'll wait.

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Alright, now you've read about the fab morning MCHF (my curly-haired friend) had with LSF (little spit-fire) where she refused to eat breakfast and proceeded to scream all the way to school.

Cut to a few hours later...

You will not believe what LSF has done.  

I just got a call from the school nurse, and she said that she had LSF in the office.  She said she seemed tired/headache/swollen eyes (the usual after crying for half an hour).




I explained our morning and told her I was willing to pick her up if she thought she couldn't make it through the day.

The nurse said "No, let's try and keep her here, because I think she may be trying to work the system."  

LSF asked her, "When you talk to my mom, please tell her how important nutrition is for growing children.  A nurse is like a doctor, so she will listen.  Then, she will have to pick me up."

That little stinker. :)  

I must be doing a great job raising confident children.  LSF is certain she's running the show.

Can you believe she's only 5 years old? hahaha

Truly, I love this little girl.  There's no denying the kid is smart. Looks like MCHF is going to have to be a couple of steps ahead of her in about 10 years.  lol

Ever had one of those days where you look at your kid and think...this one can't be mine.  My child is happy, well adjusted, and well behaved.  WHAT is GOING ON?!

Well...know you're not alone.

MCHF's LSF offered much amusement last week.

For me, anyway. :D

Here is the text I received from MCHF:

LSF refused to eat her breakfast this morning.  So, at 7:16, we loaded up.  She just screamed for 30 minutes on our ride to school.  


Waiting to drop off, I asked her if there was anything that was hurting, and if she did not feel good. 

She said, "Yeah.  My throat hurts from all this screaming.  WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?!"

When the carpool lady opened the door, LSF was screaming, "THIS LADY DOESN'T FEED HER CHILDREN!!!"

The carpool lady saved her.  She pulled her out of the car probably to save her from me.  


MDH (my darling husband) just came in and asked me why I was in bed.  

I told him, "I was just on the front lines of a battleground, and I think I may have PTSD."

He said, "I know how you feel.  The Aggies just lost a recruit."

It's rough out there.

MCHF was a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom) for a while, and then she decided to re-join the work force.

After about 2 years, she decided to go back to being a homemaker.

If you've ever been both, then you probably know that both jobs have their own challenges, and neither one is necessarily easier than the other.

Well, the other day I got this text from MCHF (it's almost a beatnik poem):
Start the bongos, Gilligan...


Housewife nightmares.

Spill laundry detergent down the front of you in the laundry room, strip down to underwear...

Blast!  

You finished all the laundry yesterday.  

Start running up the stairs to change, 

realize that you left all of the downstairs windows open.  

Use a tall laundry basket to cover your half naked body, 

walk up backwards so neighbors don't see your a**.  

Halfway up, you see the UPS man...

He did not make me sign for the package.  

I need a desk job. :)


*snap* *snap* *snap* *snap*

So, MCHF has two daughters.  One is in 3rd grade and one is in pre-k.  The 3rd grader definitely has the personality of the oldest child, and the little one is a spit-fire to say the least. :D

Let's call them TFB (Typical First Born)

and LSF (Little Spit-Fire)

So, MCHF and her DH are die hard Texas A&M Aggies.  I mean...they bleed maroon.  They even eat and breathe maroon.  A&M paraphernalia can be found in items strewn throughout the house, on and in their vehicles, in their wardrobe, and of course...in the indoctrination of their children.  Whoooop!

(I find it chuckle-worthy that the house they are renting has the house number painted on the curb in burnt orange with a UT Longhorn beside it [snicker].)  But, I digress...

One day after school, MCHF picked up her kids and as LSF loaded in the car, she said:

"Now, I'm going to show you guys something, and you are not going to like it. I want you to remember that my teacher drove a very long way to get this and she was very kind to think of my class. I love my teacher very much and expect you to be nice. Prepare yourself." 

**Pregnant Pause**

She then whipped out a Baylor banner, and they all screamed, "AHHHHHHH!!  MY EYYYYEESS!!!"

Very seriously, LSF replied, "I warned you guys." **Dramatic pause** "We can get through this".

Hello!  And welcome to my Blog appropriately titled, My Curly Haired Friend.

This blog is to share with you the stories of my curly haired friend (MCHF) and her family which are quite hysterical.

Of course, since you don't know them, you may not find them as funny as I do, but they'll definitely make you smile, or at the very least, crack a lopsided grin. :D...so here you go.

The stories of MCHF begin...

(p.s. No, my friend is not Marion Cotillard, nor is she French.  But, I thought it would be nice to have a visual aid. :D)