tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post8075791343612639878..comments2024-03-05T20:02:45.776-05:00Comments on Southern Fried Children: When Being a Little Kid SucksKellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06991384996924478820noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-18227283623760832872011-08-13T09:44:52.490-04:002011-08-13T09:44:52.490-04:00There is always an exception to the rule, Mary! #3...There is always an exception to the rule, Mary! #3 is the wildcard, though - let me know how that one works out for you, lol. Good luck!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06991384996924478820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-27158784458366864672011-08-12T23:01:18.741-04:002011-08-12T23:01:18.741-04:00Sigh. You mean the middle child is harder than th...Sigh. You mean the middle child is harder than the firstborn??? B/c I SWEAR you wrote this post about my first born. He's 5. My middle (well, soon to be middle in about 5 weeks) seems to be my laid back, relaxed one that I actually relate to most of the time. My first born has made it his sole purpose in life to aggravate me to the point I want to scream (in many of the same ways you described). So, this post was <br />1.) refreshing to realize I'm not the only one that loses my sh*t, but feels horrendously guilty once the little blessings are asleep and then I crawl in bed and cuddle them and vow to do it better the next day.<br />2.) guilty for not remembering more often that they are just little kids and they do have to do these things. My son has just sounded so grown up from a very young age (most people call him an 'old soul') that most of the time it's SO HARD not to remember that he's ONLY XYZ age.<br />3.) Inspiring - I *will* be a better, more patient mommy tomorrow.<br />and<br />4.) scared sh*tless to realize that my middle child (also a girl) could possibly be worse.<br /><br />Thanks - I needed this one!<br />ps - I did get a "But, mommy...I *just* can't help myself!" one time. Sigh...Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12603385271093431748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-12868892226028963742011-08-08T11:39:48.776-04:002011-08-08T11:39:48.776-04:00Kelly, this is a beautiful post and it made me cry...Kelly, this is a beautiful post and it made me cry, but in a good way.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05743152544789519915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-82625833970808822032011-08-08T07:12:12.339-04:002011-08-08T07:12:12.339-04:00Love this KElly thanks for reminding me to nurture...Love this KElly thanks for reminding me to nurture our crazy middle children. Maybe some day there will be a school with lots of brown lockers for them all to be super cool at....miss you!Nicolenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-65381274957254957442011-08-06T16:27:55.939-04:002011-08-06T16:27:55.939-04:00Mrs. C - thanks! And I'll keep my fingers cros...Mrs. C - thanks! And I'll keep my fingers crossed for the same thing. OMG!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06991384996924478820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-77908769512214203222011-08-05T10:56:23.943-04:002011-08-05T10:56:23.943-04:00Kelly--I just keep my fingers crossed your darling...Kelly--I just keep my fingers crossed your darling little son doesn't surprise you with: trying to nurse the mother cat, putting her kittens in his suitcase to take them on a trip, pooping on the slide and locking all the car doors before any adult could get him out to go to daycare, including escape from the carseat! I thought I would die before he grew up. We do survive, however. Love the blog.Mrs. Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06790657456705582482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-3098586539107176282011-08-04T19:52:41.062-04:002011-08-04T19:52:41.062-04:00This was a wonderful story.....Julia is just being...This was a wonderful story.....Julia is just being Julia. What I REALLY want to know is when Sean acts up, how are you able to get him on the counter when he's screaming "I'm only 44! With three children! I'm suppose to act this way!!!"???? Just wondering?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-55492635130375921042011-08-04T11:45:09.497-04:002011-08-04T11:45:09.497-04:00Kristen, I think the fact that we want to be bette...Kristen, I think the fact that we want to be better counts for something, right? <br /><br />Jodee, that broke my heart. If you were here, I would crawl up in the bed with you, a bowl of popcorn, and the Spongebob movie. <3Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06991384996924478820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-1894172858757566492011-08-04T01:38:10.005-04:002011-08-04T01:38:10.005-04:00I totally remember being 3 and 4 and my mom being ...I totally remember being 3 and 4 and my mom being unendingly impatient with me as she tried to heal from divorcing my father. I don't think she ever really got over me being just as upset as she was about it (at the time). There were a lot of "you sound like a goddamned fire engine"s and "I'll give you something to cry about"s at that time.<br /> I imagine if she were writing a blog then, this sentiment would have been hers, except you are taking the extra step to make it better and it should make a difference in the future, really. So thank you, from a kid who drove her mom crazy, for doing for your daughter what I needed my mom to do.JRosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01696678149874762427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-7538908173644142772011-08-03T22:35:19.779-04:002011-08-03T22:35:19.779-04:00Augh! You're killing me! There have been too m...Augh! You're killing me! There have been too many nights that I have wanted to cry myself to sleep due to days like that. "I am SUCH a bad mother.. *I am the adult, *they are the kids.. they worship me and I treat them like crudge". And then I vow to have a better day tomorrow and sometimes we do...someimes we don't. However.. 2 things make me happy(ier).. 1- I don't remember being 3,4,5 so they probably won't either and 2- I find comfort knowing that I'm not the only "bad" mom out there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-70870459028833364252011-08-03T22:00:25.924-04:002011-08-03T22:00:25.924-04:00This is now my favorite post, I want to go hold my...This is now my favorite post, I want to go hold my four year old right now. Thanks!christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09974703968033880941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722088384595765913.post-50784352545331101282011-08-03T21:56:54.099-04:002011-08-03T21:56:54.099-04:00that is so sweet!!that is so sweet!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com