Why My Wife Is Going Crazy
Though we wouldn’t consider it an adequate reason to use NFP, a day spent at home with the kids leads, often enough, to essentially the same outcome. This of course has more to do with sheer child-chasing exhaustion, mess-cleaning frustration, or uncontrollable cathartic fits of laughter than any calculated application of the sympto-thermal method (click for larger size):
Exhibit “A”
Exhibit “B”
The official story is that the kids pulled down the books and Ivan decided to scale on up to the DVDs. No doubt there was a movie up there that he really wanted to see.
Jamie says to me:
Yesterday, I caught Ivan on the third shelf, stuck there…crying “mum… ahhhh… ahhhhh… mum!” I got pictures of the offense for posterity. That [second] one is of Ivan wondering why I’m not getting him down… and am only snapping pictures. This fully implicates him.
Indeed it does. This is going in his permanent record, ready for display to a girlfriend should the need arise.
Replacing torn books: $125.00
Buying those DVDs again that Ivan scratched: $75.00
Having embarasing pics for Ivan’s homecoming dates and future wife: Priceless!
Those are classic Steve! You have to love his face…it is a wonderufl mix of sheer terror at being stuck, but you can also see hopelessness as his Dad refuses to help.
It wasn’t me, man! Jamie is the one who was taking pics. I was at work!
Once, my son woke up in the middle of the night, climbed up on the changing table, and covered his face and hair with Desitin.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. He did it twice.
Obviously, he wanted to see CHARLOTTE’S WEB again … that or MEMENTO.
That is one of the funniest things I think I have ever seen.
I laughed for pretty much five minutes straight.
I’m pretty sure I’m coming home for Dad’s birthday, I hope to see you guys!
When I was a kid, my grandma put the cookie tin waaaay up at the top of the kitchen cabinets. When I discovered where it was, I only had to think about it a second. I pulled the drawers out from the floor up to the counter top level in a series of neatly graduated steps. Cinch.
Bookshelves were a lot harder. Even if you could get all the books out without anyone noticing, they were then rendered top heavy and threatened to crash down, not only on your head, but in such a way that would alert everyone to your illicit climbing activities.
The obvious solution in your case is to take all the sofa cushions and stack them up next to the bookshelf and scale the pile. If this crashes down, it makes little noise and you can claim to have just been innocently building a fort.
You should teach your kids to be more devious, Steve.
My youngest, Helen loves the computer. She knows how to start up the Donald Duck videos. Her problem is that Dad works at the computer all day and won’t get out of the way. She has taken matters into her own hands. She waits for Mom to leave the room, then finds something to make a shambles of. Once Dad is up dealing with the mess, she darts for the office chair, and I get to mop to the sound of the Donald Duck theme.
Lately she’s found the #1 best way to get Dad out of the office chair is to pull a DVD out of it’s box and start rubbing it on the wood floor. That gets him out in a hurry!
Hey, Steve–the above isn’t from me. I’m feeling a little peevish about it, in fact. Looks like a pernicious form of viral ad commenting.
Perhaps, but most of the ones I see say, “I’ve voted Republican in every election, but I’m so concerned about Sarah Palin’s lack of experience that I will be voting for Barack Obama this year.”
Dale,
It’s gone.
Many thanks.