Let’s say that the Mommy Bear, (a.k.a. that crabby pregnant lady), purchases two half gallons of ice cream on Saturday. Let’s say, further, that she plans on making an apple pie for dessert on Monday evening and serving it with said ice cream. Let’s finally suppose that she looks into the freezer on Monday afternoon and discovers—gasp!—that all but a third of one of containers has been consumed.
Without her knowledge.
Without her.
What’s a poor, hormonally challenged mother to do? Does she shrug it all off with a cheerful “Oh, well!” ?
Or does she rumble through the forest at full roar?
You don’t really need to know.
Do you?
Ad Jesum per Mariam, especially in times of GREAT trial,
She finishes off the rest of it!
Oh, I know, I know this one! You ran through the forest at full roar. That was too easy. Give me another one. Thanks for the laugh, AGAIN. You are one lovable bear!!
I hope she took the remaining 1/3 and a spoon to a quiet place behind a locked door and enjoyed every last bite…then ran to the store for more for that pie. 🙂
I’m still so excited that you’re expecting! Praise God!
My class “discussion” on that horrible video is tomorrow. Can you say a prayer for open minds and open hearts?? I’m not sure I’m feeling up to speaking my mind. I’ll invoke the Holy Spirit on the spot and decide. Thanks! I’m so appreciative!!
If she is feeling like I’ve been feeling today, she takes said ice cream, covers it with chocolate chips, locks herself in the bathroom, and doesn’t come out until it’s gone!
Oh totally full roar! I mean. not that I would know anything about that, I’m just sayin’ . . .
Sounds like my house. Everything is consumed without my permission!
I know what it would have been at my house – woe to the ice cream eaters!!!
This scenario played out in my house.
“WHO ATE THE ICE CREAM!!!!”
a chorus of: “NOT ME!!!”
I take in the evidence. Spoon not used as evidenced by fingertip tracks across the ice cream. There is no ice cream inside the freezer or on the floor. The ice cream is neatly put back. No child has ice cream on their hands or face.
This releases the 4 littlest from interrogation. This is not their MO. Leave the big three. My oldest, she would NEVER use her fingers and well, sneaking ice cream just sin’t her style. Brownies? That’s another story.
That leaves the two boys.
The 11 and 13 year olds.
“WHY DID YOU TWO SNEAK ICE CREAM!!!” of course in my calmest most motherly loving voice 😛
” Us? Why do you think it was us!!??”
“DON’T LIE TO ME!!! I ALWAYS FIGURE IT OUT SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL CONFESS!!”
not met with sheepish looks of resignation and guilt and finally admit to the thievery.
Oh yes, the puuuurrrrrfect Catholic homeschoolers who do nothing wrong. Thats my bunch!!
I think you can just chalk this up to hormones. I find the same thing happening (though mine are not pregnancy hormones, ahem)….so yours are even bigger. Those hormones will make the meekest mama roar!
Really!
That’s my story and I’m sticking with it!
We are keeping you in our prayers, always LOVE your blog!
Michele G