Aug 26, 2009

I Think I'm Doing Something Wrong.

I have never been one to admit defeat.


That goes for the time I failed my driving test. And the other time I failed my driving test. And the fact that on the THIRD time (is a charm!) I passed it! Never say die!

It also goes for the horrific year I had circa 1991 when I hit - with my car - a dog, a television and a van load of Mexicans. But did that stop me from driving? No. Never. Say. Die.

But y'all. I think I'm doing something wrong.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think a 3 year old should entertain massive amounts of people by pulling down her pants (and all that that entails) and shaking her groove thing? Should she? Should I be worried?

It's enough that her daddy comes in from a hard days work and the first thing she says is, "hey look dad..." and proceeds to shake it. But it's another thing when it's Grannies birthday and she does it at El Chico. I mean, c'mon, isn't this where I draw the line?

Some say it's my fault. Apparently I had some years as youngster where I liked to "shake my money maker" as well (let's all swallow hard and breathe through our nose, shall we). But I refuse to believe that singing "Tomorrow" while wearing underwear on my head really contributes to this problem. Personally, I don't know what they're talking about; those years have escaped me. Maybe they were worked out in therapy, I don't know. All I know is I have become the very mother I always feared.

Hello, my name is Melissa and I enabler.

That's right. You heard it here. You can't expect her to shake it to just anything can you? So I learned the words to Missy Elliot's "Shake it like a Pom-Pom" and I tend to accompany her on her so-called exploits. For shame, for shame.


On another note, we are still living in my parents house.


Our little bitty house is not through being built and so we are still jam packed in my parents guest bedroom like me in last season's jeans.

Something has seriously got to give. (Again, a reference to both my jeans and my parents house). We currently have five cars in the driveway, a garage full of boxes, three dogs, three cats and 87 bicycles in the front yard. And not even that is as funny as seeing the AG and I try and sleep in a full size bed.

We ain't small potatoes, ya know.

We've taken to saying "turn!" every few hours so that we're in sync. Lord help. We are either going to wind up divorced or pregnant.


Sissy said...

The one time my husband and I ended up in a Queen sized bed for a night, he punched me in his sleep. Evidently I was taking up too much room!

Soliloquy said...

If you have to choose one, go for pregnant.

I'll venture a guess and say if you end up divorced, you'll be sleeping in your mama's guestroom for the rest of forever.

Denise @ Sunflowers, Chocolate and Little Boys said...

Im all for shaking your money maker!
And good luck with the bed. Hubby and I are big people and we squeeze into a Queen bed everynight. It SUCKS. But he says a king wont fit. I dont believe him.
I hope your new home is built soon....and your life gets back to normal.

Tabi said...

well if little miss cutie keeps shaking her money maker than maybe she could buy you a king size bed instead!! LOL!! I officially hate our queen size bed and can't even imagine a full!!

cndymkr / jean said...

My husband I thought that a full size bed would be cozy. Ha. That last one week and we went out a got a Queen size. Our next one will be a King - one for me and one for him.

Miss Jenn said...

lol, literally out loud & on the floor a little bit. if you gotta choose one, sister, i say go for pregnant. getting there's a lot more enjoyable & gotta be at least half the cost! :)

Janis said...

My money's on the "she'll grow out of it" line of thought. My now five year old was learning to use the potty just before her third birthday and we were at a high school baseball game in which her daddy was coaching. She and her older sister went behind the bleachers (which was in FRONT of the concession stands) and said 3 year old pulled down her pants and did her deed right there in the grass. When she noticed she had an audience from above in the bleachers, she aimed her tush towards them and shook her booty as if she'd been raised on MTV. Wow. Proud moment. But she (almost) never pulls down her pants in public now. Good luck!

Crazy Sister said...

If a "full size" bed is smaller than a Queen, I think it's what we call a double bed in Australia.

And they should be banned.

Funny post! Take a picture of the booty shaking and enjoy it!

Tinika said...

Lmbo! I thought I was the only mother that could shake it like a pom pom with her offspring! I am so glad to know I'm not the only one who does that!

Love your blog!