Texting Wars

So as many of you know, Chris and I do not talk if we can help it. We text on occasion, if there is an urgent message, but for the most part, we leave each other alone. Ironically, I talk to Jenna on the phone more than the father of my children (but the babysitter of my children watches the kids more often, so it kinda makes sense). Anyhoo, Tim and I took the kids to his brother-in-law's house for a birthday party on Sunday and we were running late on the way home. I knew that we would not make the 5:30 PM drop off time. So I texted Chris:

Me: "We're running a little late. Will have the kids to your house about 45 min late"
Chris: "K. Why haven't you changed your last name? You still love me or something?"
Me (gagging): "Uh, no. Payroll purposes. Believe me, I will be changing it ASAP"
Chris: "Sure. payroll. right...."
Me: "Why haven't you made Jenna a "White"? Still love me or something?"
Chris: "If you paid for your half of med. deductible $250 I could afford to get married"
Me: "Wow, when you prove those charges are for kids only I will pay half"
Chris: "No I don't love you anymore. And it isn't a contest"
Me: "Yes it is. I won ;) "

And on what planet does Chris think that $250 will be the difference between a wedding or no wedding??? Has he priced these things lately? Maybe if he and Jenna are hitting the civil ceremony, followed by a romantic dinner at Golden Corral, and a sensous night at the Dahlgren Comfort Inn Express....but then you gotta pay a sitter for the four kids, so that kind of blows the budget!

My Two little Juga-boos

My kids are so fab! And I know you're thinking.....every mother thinks her kids are awesome. But I really do like my kids--they are so sweet to each other. Garrett just got another round of goats (Tigger & Eyeore) and he "lets" Caroline help him feed and take care of them. She in turn "allows" him to use her Nintendo DS when Garrett has forgotten to put his on the charger. And they just photograph really well, too! :)

Off topic, Garrett got in a little scuffle at school yesterday (actually, before school during Play it Smart) and I gotta pass along the scenario: picture Garrett building a bowling alley out of Jenga blocks and another kid saying to Garrett "no one likes bowling". Garrett slapped the kid across the face and the kid said "Did you just slap me?" (Must in the spec ed program, because yo butt just got schooled!) The teacher was so serious about it--asking me about the incident report, giving me play by play info, etc. I mean, seriously??? We've got the kid gloves on too often. I would say the same thing if Garrett was on the other end of the slap. Let them go out and rough each other up without a referral or counseling or other methods that make these situations such a big freaking deal.

Remember "playing"? Remember riding your bike for hours without your mom being worried that you were kidnapped by a neighborhood molester? Remember being told to be "home when the street lights come on", not "I'll call your cell in 5 minutes and every 5 minutes after that to make sure you got to Becky's house". I remember holding onto a rope....on a yellow skateboard....while my sister dragged me down the street on her bike. It's a wonder I still have my original teeth! But that's the fun of playing....getting hurt, getting up, and getting out!