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Saturday, August 26, 2006
My Biggest Pet Peeve Is...

Since getting our children I don't like leaving them at home. I rather pack up the diaper bag, kids, purse and head off to Target. There are times that I do leave them at home with Mr. and trust me the whole time I miss them. They are supposed to be with me. I NEED them.

Ahem. Excuse me. Back to my point...

The last few times I have been out I get asked "Where's the babies?" (mostly because they are used to me showing them off) I tell them that they are home with their daddy.

Then I am asked THE question. THE question that makes my skin crawl. THE question that makes me roll my eyes so much I hope nobody hits my back so they won't stay that way (remember when parents told ya that? Ha!) THE question is..."So how did you get him to babysit?"

Babysit? BABYSIT? Hell, they're his kids too. A father doesn't babysit. A teenager next door is a babysitter. I don't know why that bothers me so much but it does. I tried to ignore it in the beginning but it's being asked more and more. Next time I'm asked that? I'm throwing a poopy diaper at them!



link | posted by Mrs. TSB at 5:49 PM






5 Comments:
Blogger debby had this to say:

I couldn't agree with you more...and don't let HIM hear that he is a babysitter - he will start charging you by the hour - lol

7:00 PM 

Blogger Laura had this to say:

thats right!!

Im rolling my eyes just READING that question!!!

8:43 PM 

Blogger ZootsMom had this to say:

Unfortunately, hubby is about the only man who doesn't think he's babysitting.. You and the kids have one special dad there...

7:32 AM 

Anonymous Anonymous had this to say:

i agree i hate being asked that as well...my usual comment to them is " Icarried them for 9 months at a time, its his turn to carry some weight"

1:11 PM 

Blogger feydargonet had this to say:

OMG I agree, I get asked that all the time, hell one time hubby even told me he'd sit our son once, I almost killed him! I HATE THAT MORE THAN ANYTHING. Next time someone asks you that I'd tell them something along the lines of you get tired of babysitting them. AGGGg ppl lol

6:52 AM 

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I'm a SAHM to 3 girls. We became foster parents in May 2006 in hopes of adoption. We love our girls and could never picture ourselves without them. Although life is much busier, we couldn't be any happier. Here's our story...