by bossychick~ We have been planning to go out of town for a while. Mr. Bossy's family is having a family cook-out for our new chicklet. All week I've been packing and planning, washing and cleaning, really just looking forward to getting out of town.
So, Mr. Bossy and I packed the car, which aggravates me in itself, because he and I have very different ideas on how to pack a vehicle.
Now after sweating nearly to death, we are in the car... wallet?..check...luggage?...check...baby?...check, funky attitude?...check!!!( I get hysterically mad when I get hot) We have everything. We are off to school to pick up our other chicklets and hit the road.
They get in the car, very excited to be on the way to Grandma and Papa's house, everything is going smooth. We drive, we laugh, we stop to eat. It's been a few hours....
Our baby chicklet is getting a little fussy...I get in the seat beside her, right in front of my son.
He's getting a little antsy, so is his older sister. They start getting rougher and louder. And all at once its as if Jackie Chan is filming his latest action flick on the back of my seat.."Son!" I say firmly, trying not to be mean.
There was peace for 2 minutes. Then...you guessed it Jackie, on my seat, AGAIN! Needless to say this song and dance repeated itself several times, before I completely lost my mind.
I reached behind me, and was intending to pinch his leg off, at the knee, but he was flailing around like Michael Flatley( I think thats his name, from Lord of the Dance), you know, as if his legs were independent from his body( yes, I got that from Chandler Bing), and I couldn't catch him.
The point of the story is it aggravated the crap out of me. Flashback...When I was his age my step-dad told me to stop kicking his seat like 6 million times......whatever.
And if it shocks you that I said I wanted to pinch his leg off at the knee, 1- you don't know me very well, and, 2-as you are hurriedly looking for the number to Dept. of Children and Families, look also for the number of a good chiropractor, one that can get this child size 2 foot imprint out of my back!!
That is all-You do what I say-Bossy