tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195286242749586.post5658402965357951163..comments2023-10-28T06:28:55.088-04:00Comments on Gail Faulkner News: It was that day...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195286242749586.post-17574092266218889162008-02-02T16:08:00.000-05:002008-02-02T16:08:00.000-05:00Try getting back at the girl child with some mind ...Try getting back at the girl child with some mind playing. My mother's favorite was "I love you, I just don't like you." <BR/><BR/>Still have nightmares about that but tend to use myself. The look of confusion is priceless.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195286242749586.post-30327072574426887652008-02-02T15:19:00.000-05:002008-02-02T15:19:00.000-05:00This may sound silly, every one of you give me som...This may sound silly, every one of you give me something amazing. I love hearing your thoughts.<BR/><BR/>I am writing the helpful mantra down, it's good to warn the children that way. LOL<BR/><BR/>Yikes QB. Twins to begin with? And you had more children? Brave woman, or that husband of yours is way hot!<BR/><BR/>Your right Anon, it gets funnier the further from the events I get. <BR/><BR/>Byrd, I know you've seen it all and survived. My hero. Proof that being a mom can be lived through.Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10454434955726877404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195286242749586.post-41937923086909180082008-02-02T09:12:00.000-05:002008-02-02T09:12:00.000-05:00Oh, yeah- you've got both my sympathy AND my empat...Oh, yeah- you've got both my sympathy AND my empathy! And you're right, afterwards it's damn funny, but at the time you probably thought every cell in your brain was about to explode.<BR/><BR/>I have 4 kids-- 21, 21, 15, 12. I hate to break this to ya, but the twitching doesn't go away as they get older, it just gets less funny afterwards. *sigh*<BR/><BR/><I>*repeating Zinread's Mom's mantra: I love my children, I have to love my children..."*</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195286242749586.post-15990371814927929712008-02-01T21:35:00.000-05:002008-02-01T21:35:00.000-05:00i know that this was probably the day from hell bu...i know that this was probably the day from hell but it has to be said that the way you wrote it out was hilarious. It sounds like one of those times when it was so bad and then you told someone about it and you both end up on the floor crying and holding you stomachs from the laughter....just my thought:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195286242749586.post-76711264859554133992008-02-01T20:57:00.000-05:002008-02-01T20:57:00.000-05:00Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. MMy mom used to w...Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. <BR/><BR/>MMy mom used to walk around the house mumbling "I love my chilren, I have to love my children, of course I love my children, I MUST love my children" <BR/><BR/>It was at this point, my brother and I knew it was time to occuppy ourselves quietly in our rooms. *g* <BR/><BR/>{{HUGS!}}<BR/><BR/>Annzinreadshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13128034130303887939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33195286242749586.post-62118721428388313762008-02-01T19:06:00.000-05:002008-02-01T19:06:00.000-05:00Hugs babe. Tomorrow will be better. Has to be, I...Hugs babe. Tomorrow will be better. Has to be, I think.Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15487660420893677685noreply@blogger.com