Much to my dismay, I am not currently on an airplane headed toward Denver to bury my friend. I’d like to be, I really would, but sometimes things just come up. Things like the fact that my son was laying in bed the other night and while he was laying in bed, the whole bottom end of it came apart from the whole top end of it. Whee!
So now we have to buy a new bed for one kid and give the other kid one more reason to feel totally oppressed and not quite as loved as the others because as we all know, if I just loved him as much as I love the other ones, he’d have a new bed coming, too, and maybe a pony as well.
The horror. I don’t know how he goes on. Someone call the authorities.









Kelley
Monday, 29 September, 2008 at 23:52*snort*
You know you will hear all about this when he is 30, right? I say buy a princess bed.
Xbox4NappyRash
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 0:45A hammock is the only solution.
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sherendipity
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 5:16Meh, toss ‘em a hammock and go buy a new pair of shoes instead. ;)
DC Urban Dad
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 6:41What’s wrong with a mat and floor?
Candy
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 7:43My kids are 18 and 15 and my 18 year old still thinks I love her brother more. It frankly doesn’t matter WHAT I do for that child, I will always “love her less”. And unfortunately, sometimes, when she talks like that, she’s almost right.
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KD @ A Bit Squirrelly
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 8:19I’m so sorry you can’t go….
Good luck on the bed hunt!
Gnilleps
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 8:49HAHAH! It’s BUNKBED TIME! Everyone is loved. And they have a great new elevated surface to launch their sister from. See how perfect it is.
anne nahm
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 9:05I’m so sorry about your friend. Is this Tim or has someone else died? I mean, I assume someone has passed. Although you do strike me as the kind of girl who might slap a “surprise burial” on a friend who’d been pissing them off recently.
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MommyTime
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 9:43He is adorable. And sadly unloved. It really is a shame. I’m calling someone about this.
As soon as I figure out whom to call.
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MommyTime
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 9:44PS Your jedi mind tricks are a little rusty — that post is from two days ago. Today’s post is MUCH better. It’s about warts. For real.
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tracey
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 10:34You ARE a rotten mom! I cannot imagine not buying EVERY FREAKIN THING equally. ;)
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Shannon
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 10:48Oh, so it does really happen in every family. I was hoping to get a break, but I know I’m in for it and it’s already started around here. Kids and logic never go hand in hand, huh? Good luck with the bed hunt . . .
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Kori
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 10:48Whenever one kid questions something another gets to do/have, I just very honestly say, “Because I love her/him more than you.” Shuts them up every time. When they call the authorities on you, they could stop by my house as well. Poor picked on little buggers.
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Arjewtino
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 11:00As long as you’re buying beds, can you get me a race car queen-sized one? Thanks.
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Jim
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 12:23A noogie is easily as valuable as a new bed. You just have to sell it properly.
At least you didn’t hand him down the old bed.
Once upon a time, Jim wrote..An award + How to Drive Across a College Campus
always home and uncool
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 13:30Two words: sleeping bag. Makes every night a camp out. Especially when he starts lighting campfires.
Once upon a time, always home and uncool wrote..Back to your old tricks
raino
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 14:13he looks so hard done by – poor baby
christy m
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 16:05I’m sorry about your friend!
But you look beautiful!
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Jaina
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 17:03I’m sorry you don’t get to go.
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Ree
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 18:19But he has a be-you-tee-ful pashmina.
Once upon a time, Ree wrote..Another One Bites The Dust
ShredderFeeder
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 18:28I actually have taken to telling each of my kids:
“You’re my favorite 3/6/12 year old.” (Obviously depending on which one)
My 12 year old has seen through my evil plan, but I think secretly he still likes it.
Once upon a time, ShredderFeeder wrote..Pointlessness
ShredderFeeder
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 19:12Ok, on that note. As I said above, I have three kids, Chaos, Panic and Disorder (Youngest to Oldest)
Disorder is 6 years older than Panic, so he was old enough to realize that the amount of attention paid to him got cut in half the minute the baby came along.
I think he still resents that to this day.
Once upon a time, ShredderFeeder wrote..Pointlessness
elisabeth
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 20:08It’s just not fair. No fair. No fair at all. He is completely deprived. No fair.
Once upon a time, elisabeth wrote..She’s smarter than me?
Rachel
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 20:25What? They’re too good to sleep on a pallet on the floor. Sheesh, spoiled asses :-)
Love the pic.
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Cuz_I'm_The_Mom
Tuesday, 30 September, 2008 at 22:37I wish my kids would call the authorities. I’d sleep SO hard in jail and no one would bug me for gas money. Kind of like a spa trip!
hubs
Wednesday, 1 October, 2008 at 0:26Indeed. Things could be worse. Gardenlevel is a talenprayers. The similarity between his “day 3″ photo and yours posted above is uncanny. I’m just sayin’
hubs
Wednesday, 1 October, 2008 at 0:27Wow that go butchered I’ll try again.
Indeed. Things could be worse. Gardenlevel is a great Denver photo/blogger who’s son could use all of your prayers. The similarity between his “day 3″ photo and yours posted above is uncanny. I’m just sayin’
hubs
Wednesday, 1 October, 2008 at 0:28Also, Happy monday.
Blah.
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Leslie Dillinger
Wednesday, 1 October, 2008 at 0:55He doesn’t look TOO terribly oppressed. I think he’s all good.
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tenakim
Wednesday, 1 October, 2008 at 9:38I’m 36 and KNOW my sister is my mom’s favorite- I’m Ok with it, really(or not)! I slept in a closet and she got a bed. Just a fair warning.
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Chris
Wednesday, 1 October, 2008 at 20:11The problem with mail-order ponies is the whole “self assembly required” thing. Messy.
Once upon a time, Chris wrote..Inside Joke
Melanie @ MelADramatic Mommy
Wednesday, 1 October, 2008 at 23:52I’m sorry you couldn’t go. And damn I wish I had a nose cute enough for a nose ring.
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April
Saturday, 4 October, 2008 at 9:55my oldest daughter got jealous when my youngest got her uniforms. I just calmly explained it was because I like her better!
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