Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Homework Time!!
Right, Bad Mommies, it's my turn to set the homework. Sorry it's so late. I could give a whole list of excuses, but you won't believe me anyhoo…
Okay, for this week, I want everyone to do a Photo Project. I know all of you, myself included, are Happy Snappers and that is why I think we need to do something like this.
So for topics, please choose one of these*:
- Place your emotions and feelings into a picture. How does your child(ren) make you feel? What do they mean to you? For example, Happiness = A photo of an ice-cream or a chocolate (cause we all know how happy that makes us). Be as creative as you want!
OR
- Take photos of objects/shapes to spell out the name of your child. It could be his real name, or the nickname we all know him by (like Damien for Angel and Boobah for me). For example, I could take a photo of a ball, to represent the B in Boobah and a photo of a wheel or round object for the O.
For mommies who have don't have a camera, Google Image Search** has just become your new best friend. And seeing though I've only put up the homework midweek, deadline for this project would be end of next week. Bear in mind that on Monday a new assignment will be set as well, so the two will run parallel with each other.
I hope you all have fun and that this really gets those creative juices flowing!
*Minimum of 3 pictures required
** Please remember to give credit to the original owner of the pictures you use
SURPRISE!! We Have Rules At Home!!
As for the belated Bad Mommy homework... again... I dibs the easter weekend as an excuse!
Rule number one: his cellphone has to be charged, switched on and near him at all times
Rule number two: his cellphone has to be set on an audible ring tone- not just on vibrate or on silent
Rule number three: he may not go anywhere without letting me know he’s going somewhere
Rule number four: he may not burn anything in the house- it has to be done outside if he absolutely HAS to burn something, otherwise it must wait till I get home
Rule number five: he has to smoke outside the flat. . . unless I’m smoking too then he may smoke inside. . . hhmmm, may need a rethink, what. . .?
Rule number six: no girls allowed in his room
Rule number seven: he may not go into a girl’s bedroom
Rule number eight: no PS2 on weekdays unless it’s a holiday
Rule number nine: no age restricted PS2 games or movies, obviously meaning restricted to older than he is
Rule number ten: he has to have his meds every day
rant post, block your ears kids
Did no one ever tell you that while the ankle biter sticks out his arm a truck will magically rush past and chop it off?
I think sometimes you mothers out there need to wake the fuck up and read the newspapers. Children DO die. Children DO get involved in car accidents. Children DON'T live forever. Some of us bury them before we ever imagined.
Buckle up and sit your arse down on the chair, not on the back shield or in between the front seats!
Stop being such a pussy, and be a parent.