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Who the FUCK you think you are lady ???
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Who the FUCK you think you are lady ??? As most of you know, I work at night. Some will say working at night sucks, but I do love it. I love driving in the opposite direction of the rush hour traffic, I love being alone with no bosses or co-workers around, but most importantly I love coming back home and being able to take care of my . My is a little daredevil, it is almost impossible to leave him alone for a couple seconds without him getting into some kind of trouble. And then there is the twins, cute as a button, too small to cause any trouble yet but again too small to tell me what they need. Anyways we needed to restock the fridge so it is time to go out for a drive... First order of the day is to change every bodies diapers. One of the twins was smaller than the other so that means getting 3 sizes of diapers, matching all to everybody. First to be changed my , who for a refreshing change lies there and lets me change the diaper without any event. I turn my back for literally 2 seconds to dispose of the old diaper and my is standing, the diaper I had just put on in his hands, declares “peee peeeeeee” and starts going before I can get him to the potty. Too much for an uneventful start of a day. Clean up after him, put his diaper back on, pick his clothes for the day. Bring some toys to the living room so he keeps himself busy while I get the girls ready. Getting the girls ready is an easier task, as they are yet too small to put up a fight. They have their diapers changed, suits, hats on, and in the car seats under 15 mins (a new personal best for daddy, I am getting the hang of this). Onto getting the diaper bag ready, 2 extra diaper for each , check; plenty of baby wipes, check; powder, check; bottles, water, formula, snacks, check check check. Time to get out of the house, first my , then the twins all get into their car seats. Off we go. At the grocery store, another challenge is to find a carriage big enough to accommodate a and 2 car seats and a diaper bag the size of a duffel bag and enough groceries to feed all of us. They are in short supply, and I can't leave the in the car and run into the store to find one, so I drive around till I find one deserted outside, park next to it and start the process of unloading the from the car and into the carriage. Now, most of the time when me and my entourage go to the store, we get the “oh, how cute” or “oh you poor thing” look from people. But today something feels odd, instead of those soft understanding looks, I am getting a hostile vibe. I keep scanning around the carriage to see if my is doing something to offend people... nope he is sitting at the helm with all his charm, smiling away. I check myself out to see if I left the house with no pants on... nope, I am fully clothed, even my fly isn't open. Screw the people's looks, move onto acquiring groceries. Finally this woman approaches me and with a disgruntled look on her face says “Excuse me, today is Thursday”, on the back of my head I am thinking “yeah, and how does that useless bit of information help me?”, my thoughts must have reflected on my face, she continues on “your , he is wearing his Tuesday t-shirt”, I look once more again to my , who is indeed wearing a t-shirt which declares “ TUESDAY, 's are for hugging”. I thank her for reminding me for today was Thursday and keep my cool walking towards some tomatoes... On the other hand I can't help but ask myself “WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE LADY ???? How dare you think I am an irresponsible parent from one small mistake I made that morning” End rant. |
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1/22/2007 12:20 am |
LOL, you poor guy! From the sound of it, her panties were in a wad. Relax, it's hard enough being a parent, let alone shopping for groceries with 3 little ones in tow! And I don't understand how you made a mistake...your children were adorable, dressed appropriately for the weather, and happy to be with their daddy. I say up her ass! A Tuesday hug is better than a Monday screw any week! ~Heavn
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Biatch!
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1/22/2007 4:17 am |
I would have looked at her and said "And everyday can be moron day...obviously, Ma'am!".....Some people have the nerve!!!! xx FREETIME648 xx
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You sound like a wonderful dad! When it comes to hugs, everyday is Tuesday!   Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.----Dr. Seuss  
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1/22/2007 1:40 pm |
LOL .. ppl can be so stupid ! I wouldn't even think twice about that bitch Hun  xoxo
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1/22/2007 6:14 pm |
Any one can be a Father, But it takes some one special to be a Daddy, And you sound like a true Daddy.. She was rude and out of line.. I have a tee that says Angel by day Naughty by night. Do I wear it at Night or during the day LOL Who cares .. Kisses Babe
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1/22/2007 7:43 pm |
When my niece was a baby, I watched her between terms at school. My sister bought those pacifiers with the color on the round handle. She would get irate when I'd take the kid out of the house and her binki didn't match her clothes!!! My sister is one of those women, they think they are the perfect mother. NOT!!! Sheesh! Keep doing what your doing, sounds like your doing it right.
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1/22/2007 8:46 pm |
Oh, don't let the small-minded people getcha down. Tuesdays are for hugging. So are Wednesdays, Thursdays, etc., for that matter. BPB
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Thanks for all the support people  Kind of needed it.The t-shirts are a set of 7, each states another day, Mondays are for playing, Tuesdays are for hugging, Wednesdays are for gigling etc. I guess she tought my son had the same t-shirt since Tuesday
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Are you kidding me?? At least you clothed your son.... Heck with three kids that close together, you are lucky you made it to the grocery store....heck SHE is lucky she made it OUT LOL I know all too well how you feel hun, your story reminded me of MANY trips out. Communication IS the key so please visit my blog! ~BECKS~   
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1/23/2007 5:51 pm |
you should have said...didn't say the day wasn't thursday...i just said tuesdays are made for hugging...you really want to know what thursdays are made for?
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1/24/2007 1:03 pm |
i have four kids and i know its hard being a parent! if you at least make their cloths match ok who the fuck cares what day it is? i would have told her to fuck herself! yes it would have made me feel better...fucken noisy bitch anyway! you sound like a great father good job your doing keep it up ,and on thur put his tues shirt back on him! and if you get that same response from people tell them you did it to piss them off and maybe they should call child welfare and ask if that makes u a bad dad or they are just being assholes!
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One word for you missy... RESPONSIBILITY.. spell check... OK... how about that ?
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Believe me, I have enough diapering experiences to write a "Murphy's Law on Diapers". There weren't any cameras around unfortunatelly  video you mention about is on youtube ?
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