Woman accused of beating son to death with part of crib

Mother charged in baby’s death:

25-year-old Lori Beth Workman of Uniontown, Pennsylvania has been charged with criminal homicide in the death of her 3-month-old son Homer.

Back in august the Workman’s called 911 because Homer was being unresponsive. The emergency crew found a pacifier taped to Homer’s mouth. The Workman’s said that was a common practice with Homer.The autopsy revealed that Homer had died from repeated blows to the head.

Just this past Wednesday during police questioning Workman admitted to squeezing the baby and letting his head repeatedly hit the handle of a baby stroller during a walk. She said that she was mad that her husband was not helping with the baby. Then as she was assembling a crib Homer wouldn’t stop crying. That’s when Workman allegedly took a piece of the crib that she was putting together and repeatedly struck Homer in the head. Their older son, Eric Jr., was placed into protective custody after Homer’s death.

Now get this. Workman is now 8 1/2 months pregnant with their 3rd child. If your husband didn’t help with the baby you killed what makes you think this time is going to be different? Now he’ll have no choice as I’m sure mom will be giving birth in prison.

Thanks to Gloria for the tip.

  • Catbert

    can the inmates beat mom in the head after baby is born and safe?

  • Catbert

    can the inmates beat mom in the head after baby is born and safe?

  • LIsa

    One can only hope so….

  • LIsa

    One can only hope so….

  • Jaimie

    Why do these stupid uteruses (uteri??) continue to think that HITTING their child will stop them from crying. HEY IDIOTS…. HURT = CRY. All you have to do is HOLD your child and they’ll stop crying.

    People of this world sometimes make me want to puke with their stupidity and complete disregard for the human life, especially the human life that they helped make. I hope that her unborn child goes to a family that will treat her/him like gold, not like her poor son who died for nothing.

    You’re a piece of trash, Lori. I hope this haunts you for the rest of your useless life.

  • Jaimie

    Why do these stupid uteruses (uteri??) continue to think that HITTING their child will stop them from crying. HEY IDIOTS…. HURT = CRY. All you have to do is HOLD your child and they’ll stop crying.

    People of this world sometimes make me want to puke with their stupidity and complete disregard for the human life, especially the human life that they helped make. I hope that her unborn child goes to a family that will treat her/him like gold, not like her poor son who died for nothing.

    You’re a piece of trash, Lori. I hope this haunts you for the rest of your useless life.

  • Natashja

    I really cannot understand how anyone can hurt their own child. Once I got so upset with my toddler son as he was throwing a tantrum and a pizza – I told him he was a very, very bad boy and not to talk to me – two minutes later I was sobbing harder than my poor child as he said – sorry mommy I mess – and told me not too cry. I though I emotionally damaged my baby for saying he is a bad boy and not too talk to me again! My God, children are so precious, I really cannot comprehend how you can hurt your own child (or any child for that matter).

  • Natashja

    I really cannot understand how anyone can hurt their own child. Once I got so upset with my toddler son as he was throwing a tantrum and a pizza – I told him he was a very, very bad boy and not to talk to me – two minutes later I was sobbing harder than my poor child as he said – sorry mommy I mess – and told me not too cry. I though I emotionally damaged my baby for saying he is a bad boy and not too talk to me again! My God, children are so precious, I really cannot comprehend how you can hurt your own child (or any child for that matter).

  • Angel

    How in the hell can you get that mad at a 3 month old? And even angry, how could you HIT them? I can’t even understand such meanness. I can understand exasperation with children – I have six myself, and not a day goes by that at least one of them (usually more) doesn’t do something to make my head spin. I have run the range of emotions with my children from the mildly annoyed, all the way up to the smoking ears and flaming nostrils kind of rage. I am human, as we all are. But I have never been so angry that I thought it was a good idea to injure, hurt or kill one of my kids.

    I think that the angriest I have ever been at one of my kids was when one of my daughters was three, and decided to help me out. I was in the shower, and had instructed my then 14 year old to keep the kids out of things for ten minutes so I could shower. I was running a virus check or something on my new laptop that I had only had for about 6 months, so I left it open and running. My six and seven year olds were watching a movie, and my son was still an infant, so the only one she really had to watch was the three year old, and I told her as much. When I got out of the shower, I asked my 14y/o how the kids had been, and she mumbled ‘fine’ as she continued to IM her friends. I walked into the kitchen to check the progress of the virus program, and was stunned. My new laptop was DRIPPING some sort of bubbly fluid, which it only took me a second or two to realize was Super Strength Cleaner that I use for household cleaning. The bottle was positioned right beside the laptop. The screen was dripping, and there was a puddle underneath the laptop, with a matching puddle in/on the keyboard. I asked (maybe screamed?) “What in God’s name happened to my computer?”

    My 14 y/o jumped up from her computer in the sunroom, and ran into the kitchen, took one look at my laptop, and went mute. My 3 y/o, on the other hand, grinned, looked up at me, and said, “I helped mommy, I cleaned your pooter.” I freakin’ lost it! I yelled at my 14 y/o that she was grounded for twenty years after her last grandchild died, and slammed the back door on my way out into the yard. Not one of my proudest moments. And my disposition didn’t improve much for several hours. I opened the door again when I went back inside to get my cell phone, and told my 14 y/o that if I saw her on her computer again, I would take it out into the back yard and kill it with a baseball bat. I did not even speak to my 3 y/o, who was probably very confused at her mommy’s reaction to her helpfulness. I didn’t trust myself to speak to anyone other than the 14 y/o, and only to give her instructions. I was afraid if I tried to say anything else, I might say something to one of my kids that I would want to take back later, but wouldn’t be able to (even at that point, I saw my father’s face, twisted in hatred, sneering at me and telling me how horrible and worthless I was, and I didn’t want my kids to ever have memories of me like that). My last comment to my 14 y/o was to tell her that she had better keep her sister out of anything else until I was calmer, and not to even attempt to come out the door after me – I would be back inside when I could look at my children without having my head explode. When she tried to respond, I held my hand up to her, palm out, and walked out the door crying. I stayed outside for over 5 hours that afternoon. I used my cell phone to call my best friend, and tell her what had happened, and ask her to call my house and check up on the kids. I was only about 40 feet away from the house, but I was NOT going to talk to any of my kids until I could do so without sounding angry. My best friend called to check up on them repeatedly that afternoon, and called my cell each time to tell me they were fine.

    When I called my husband to tell him what had happened, and where I was, he told me that I was being a bad mother. I didn’t believe him then, and I still don’t now. As mad as I was, I never hit my kids, or said anything to them that would emotionally harm them. I didn’t call them names, swear at them ( I did say a few choice swearwords about the condition of my computer, but nothing directly to or about the children themselves), or throw things at them. I did break a tree branch off of one of my pecan trees, and beat the hell out of a rock in my yard, but that was out of the children’s line of sight as well. I did not pick up my laptop and throw it at them, nor did I use any other handy object to hit them with. I dealt with my anger, without involving them at all. As far as I am concerned, I was an excellent mother that day. Some of you may disagree with me, and side with my husband, but that doesn’t change the fact that after all was said and done, my children were safe, and they never once doubted my love for them…only my sanity for a few hours, lol.

    My three year old never got punished for her actions, because by the time I was able to even think about the situation without being angry, three days had passed, and she would not have known why she was being disciplined anyway, since 3 y/o’s have the attention span of a gnat. And later that evening, after I could speak without spluttering and stuttering, I even amended my 14 y/o’s punishment. She was grounded from her computer until mine was fixed, which turned out to be two or three weeks, I think. I had to send it back to HP – and they like to take their own sweet time, I found out. That may not sound like much of a punishment to some people, but we live in a rural area, and since this happened during the summer, the computer was her primary means of keeping in touch with her friends. She was miserable until I got my computer back, and I used hers while mine was gone, which probably bothered her even more. I posted a blanket e-mail to all of her friends letting them know she was off the computer until further notice, and posted a statement on her myspace that said, “I killed my mother’s computer, and I am in electronic jail until it gets fixed.” And since we had only dial-up at that time, anytime I was online, she could neither make nor receive phone calls from her friends. All in all, a pretty successful and inventive punishment on my part, I think.

    I guess my whole point is, that no matter what a child does, there is absolutely NO excuse for cruelty or abuse. I have anger issues, because of my own abusive childhood. I have been known to throw things, and hit inanimate objects. But I have never turned my anger ON my children. I have never made them feel worthless or unloved. Even when I do discipline them, I tell them before, and after, that I love them and always will. If you ask any of my children what my favorite thing on earth is they will invariably say, “Me” or “Us” (meaning all of the children).

    How in blue blazes can any parent do something as horrible as what this woman did? I will never understand it. If I can control my anger, and channel it away from my children – after what I suffered through as a child – then why the hell do people who have never even been abused kill their kids? I think right about now, I could channel all of my anger toward this woman, and come up with a pretty horrible punishment, and then implement it myself. Instead, I am going to go and hug my children, and kiss them, and thank God that he has stayed my hand when I got angry, and sealed my mouth when I might have injured them with words. God, I love my babies! They are the reason I live and breathe.

  • Angel

    How in the hell can you get that mad at a 3 month old? And even angry, how could you HIT them? I can’t even understand such meanness. I can understand exasperation with children – I have six myself, and not a day goes by that at least one of them (usually more) doesn’t do something to make my head spin. I have run the range of emotions with my children from the mildly annoyed, all the way up to the smoking ears and flaming nostrils kind of rage. I am human, as we all are. But I have never been so angry that I thought it was a good idea to injure, hurt or kill one of my kids.

    I think that the angriest I have ever been at one of my kids was when one of my daughters was three, and decided to help me out. I was in the shower, and had instructed my then 14 year old to keep the kids out of things for ten minutes so I could shower. I was running a virus check or something on my new laptop that I had only had for about 6 months, so I left it open and running. My six and seven year olds were watching a movie, and my son was still an infant, so the only one she really had to watch was the three year old, and I told her as much. When I got out of the shower, I asked my 14y/o how the kids had been, and she mumbled ‘fine’ as she continued to IM her friends. I walked into the kitchen to check the progress of the virus program, and was stunned. My new laptop was DRIPPING some sort of bubbly fluid, which it only took me a second or two to realize was Super Strength Cleaner that I use for household cleaning. The bottle was positioned right beside the laptop. The screen was dripping, and there was a puddle underneath the laptop, with a matching puddle in/on the keyboard. I asked (maybe screamed?) “What in God’s name happened to my computer?”

    My 14 y/o jumped up from her computer in the sunroom, and ran into the kitchen, took one look at my laptop, and went mute. My 3 y/o, on the other hand, grinned, looked up at me, and said, “I helped mommy, I cleaned your pooter.” I freakin’ lost it! I yelled at my 14 y/o that she was grounded for twenty years after her last grandchild died, and slammed the back door on my way out into the yard. Not one of my proudest moments. And my disposition didn’t improve much for several hours. I opened the door again when I went back inside to get my cell phone, and told my 14 y/o that if I saw her on her computer again, I would take it out into the back yard and kill it with a baseball bat. I did not even speak to my 3 y/o, who was probably very confused at her mommy’s reaction to her helpfulness. I didn’t trust myself to speak to anyone other than the 14 y/o, and only to give her instructions. I was afraid if I tried to say anything else, I might say something to one of my kids that I would want to take back later, but wouldn’t be able to (even at that point, I saw my father’s face, twisted in hatred, sneering at me and telling me how horrible and worthless I was, and I didn’t want my kids to ever have memories of me like that). My last comment to my 14 y/o was to tell her that she had better keep her sister out of anything else until I was calmer, and not to even attempt to come out the door after me – I would be back inside when I could look at my children without having my head explode. When she tried to respond, I held my hand up to her, palm out, and walked out the door crying. I stayed outside for over 5 hours that afternoon. I used my cell phone to call my best friend, and tell her what had happened, and ask her to call my house and check up on the kids. I was only about 40 feet away from the house, but I was NOT going to talk to any of my kids until I could do so without sounding angry. My best friend called to check up on them repeatedly that afternoon, and called my cell each time to tell me they were fine.

    When I called my husband to tell him what had happened, and where I was, he told me that I was being a bad mother. I didn’t believe him then, and I still don’t now. As mad as I was, I never hit my kids, or said anything to them that would emotionally harm them. I didn’t call them names, swear at them ( I did say a few choice swearwords about the condition of my computer, but nothing directly to or about the children themselves), or throw things at them. I did break a tree branch off of one of my pecan trees, and beat the hell out of a rock in my yard, but that was out of the children’s line of sight as well. I did not pick up my laptop and throw it at them, nor did I use any other handy object to hit them with. I dealt with my anger, without involving them at all. As far as I am concerned, I was an excellent mother that day. Some of you may disagree with me, and side with my husband, but that doesn’t change the fact that after all was said and done, my children were safe, and they never once doubted my love for them…only my sanity for a few hours, lol.

    My three year old never got punished for her actions, because by the time I was able to even think about the situation without being angry, three days had passed, and she would not have known why she was being disciplined anyway, since 3 y/o’s have the attention span of a gnat. And later that evening, after I could speak without spluttering and stuttering, I even amended my 14 y/o’s punishment. She was grounded from her computer until mine was fixed, which turned out to be two or three weeks, I think. I had to send it back to HP – and they like to take their own sweet time, I found out. That may not sound like much of a punishment to some people, but we live in a rural area, and since this happened during the summer, the computer was her primary means of keeping in touch with her friends. She was miserable until I got my computer back, and I used hers while mine was gone, which probably bothered her even more. I posted a blanket e-mail to all of her friends letting them know she was off the computer until further notice, and posted a statement on her myspace that said, “I killed my mother’s computer, and I am in electronic jail until it gets fixed.” And since we had only dial-up at that time, anytime I was online, she could neither make nor receive phone calls from her friends. All in all, a pretty successful and inventive punishment on my part, I think.

    I guess my whole point is, that no matter what a child does, there is absolutely NO excuse for cruelty or abuse. I have anger issues, because of my own abusive childhood. I have been known to throw things, and hit inanimate objects. But I have never turned my anger ON my children. I have never made them feel worthless or unloved. Even when I do discipline them, I tell them before, and after, that I love them and always will. If you ask any of my children what my favorite thing on earth is they will invariably say, “Me” or “Us” (meaning all of the children).

    How in blue blazes can any parent do something as horrible as what this woman did? I will never understand it. If I can control my anger, and channel it away from my children – after what I suffered through as a child – then why the hell do people who have never even been abused kill their kids? I think right about now, I could channel all of my anger toward this woman, and come up with a pretty horrible punishment, and then implement it myself. Instead, I am going to go and hug my children, and kiss them, and thank God that he has stayed my hand when I got angry, and sealed my mouth when I might have injured them with words. God, I love my babies! They are the reason I live and breathe.

  • Kathy

    Angel–I don’t think you’re a horrible mother. I’ve had my moments, too. I’ve had 21 children through my home in the last 7 years. Some of them come from extremely difficult backgrounds. Therefore, dealing with the behaviors of an abused child who doesn’t want to be in your home can be very difficult… especially when my husband was out of town so much in his job as a pilot. More than once, I went out and sat on the front porch because I couldn’t get a baby to calm down… baby was fed and burped, diaper changed, fingers and toes checked to make sure no hairs are wrapped around, etc. But, the crying continued. So, as I felt my frustration level rise, I would go sit on the porch. No baby that I’m aware of has died from crying while being safe in a crib. They die at the hands of people who can’t control their anger. The fact that you realized your anger and removed yourself from emotionally or physically harming your children is good. I wasn’t thrilled when my son found my tiny pair of sewing scissors and cut big holes in my new 600 thread count sheet set. But, I didn’t call him any names. I didn’t swear at him. I DID yell “What are you doing??? What are you doing???” And, I took the scissors away and put him back in his own room, and sat on the edge of my bed on the soft, comfy sheets I hadn’t yet slept on and told myself over and over… it’s just a sheet..

    I guess the purpose of this novel is that even the BEST parents get angry, frustrated, down right mad as hell. But, good parents don’t harm their children, let alone beat them to death with a piece from the child’s own crib.

    Uniontown isn’t that far from me… Wish I could get the newborn. Would love to adopt one more child.

  • Kathy

    Angel–I don’t think you’re a horrible mother. I’ve had my moments, too. I’ve had 21 children through my home in the last 7 years. Some of them come from extremely difficult backgrounds. Therefore, dealing with the behaviors of an abused child who doesn’t want to be in your home can be very difficult… especially when my husband was out of town so much in his job as a pilot. More than once, I went out and sat on the front porch because I couldn’t get a baby to calm down… baby was fed and burped, diaper changed, fingers and toes checked to make sure no hairs are wrapped around, etc. But, the crying continued. So, as I felt my frustration level rise, I would go sit on the porch. No baby that I’m aware of has died from crying while being safe in a crib. They die at the hands of people who can’t control their anger. The fact that you realized your anger and removed yourself from emotionally or physically harming your children is good. I wasn’t thrilled when my son found my tiny pair of sewing scissors and cut big holes in my new 600 thread count sheet set. But, I didn’t call him any names. I didn’t swear at him. I DID yell “What are you doing??? What are you doing???” And, I took the scissors away and put him back in his own room, and sat on the edge of my bed on the soft, comfy sheets I hadn’t yet slept on and told myself over and over… it’s just a sheet..

    I guess the purpose of this novel is that even the BEST parents get angry, frustrated, down right mad as hell. But, good parents don’t harm their children, let alone beat them to death with a piece from the child’s own crib.

    Uniontown isn’t that far from me… Wish I could get the newborn. Would love to adopt one more child.

  • Angel

    Thanks, Kathy – I still doubt myself every day, and worry that I might one day turn into my father. I think that’s what gives me the edge. I am so worried about becoming him, that I constantly try to be a better parent than most. I may NOT be a better parent than most, but I think that my constant striving in that direction is what keeps me from becoming abusive. As long as it works, I will accept it as a blessing from God, and continue to employ it.

  • Angel

    Thanks, Kathy – I still doubt myself every day, and worry that I might one day turn into my father. I think that’s what gives me the edge. I am so worried about becoming him, that I constantly try to be a better parent than most. I may NOT be a better parent than most, but I think that my constant striving in that direction is what keeps me from becoming abusive. As long as it works, I will accept it as a blessing from God, and continue to employ it.

  • LIsa

    I agree, you are NOT a bad mom, Angel. You gave yourself a time-out, which is what the “experts” always say to do. Your comment about your father’s twisted face really hit home with me. I also NEVER EVER want my children to see me looking like I saw my mother looking when she would go ballistic.

  • LIsa

    I agree, you are NOT a bad mom, Angel. You gave yourself a time-out, which is what the “experts” always say to do. Your comment about your father’s twisted face really hit home with me. I also NEVER EVER want my children to see me looking like I saw my mother looking when she would go ballistic.

  • Angel

    Thank you, too, Lisa.

  • Angel

    Thank you, too, Lisa.

  • Michelle

    Jamie, I totally agree that holding your baby will (in most cases) stop the crying, so will feeding, changing a diaper, speaking calmly, etc., but DEFINITELY NOT beating them w/an object. How f’n stupid are these people?

  • Michelle

    Jamie, I totally agree that holding your baby will (in most cases) stop the crying, so will feeding, changing a diaper, speaking calmly, etc., but DEFINITELY NOT beating them w/an object. How f’n stupid are these people?

  • Michelle

    Angel, God bless you for realizing that you may not have been able to control your anger / temper. That’s what we as adults should have the will power to do from time-to-time. We are supposed to have the capacity to control ourselves, but innocent children do not have the capacity to know if they are crying too much, being unruly, not eating well, going potty in their pants, getting on someone’s nerves, etc. That’s what pisses me off so much, these idiots who think children have the ability to ‘control’ themselves. Let’s just all pray that one of her prison mates gets angry with her and beats her head in w/a blunt object.

  • Michelle

    Angel, God bless you for realizing that you may not have been able to control your anger / temper. That’s what we as adults should have the will power to do from time-to-time. We are supposed to have the capacity to control ourselves, but innocent children do not have the capacity to know if they are crying too much, being unruly, not eating well, going potty in their pants, getting on someone’s nerves, etc. That’s what pisses me off so much, these idiots who think children have the ability to ‘control’ themselves. Let’s just all pray that one of her prison mates gets angry with her and beats her head in w/a blunt object.

  • DNTME

    Angel, the only thing I can fault you with is placing such a high value on a thing that it caused you so much anger. Sure the laptop was probably expensive and contained stuff you would rather have not lost, etc. But, it’s still a thing. Things can be fixed or replaced. Things can be thrown out at our pleasure. Not one thing in this world is worth getting so angry over. I don’t care how valuable it is, or how old, or how much religious significance, or how much of a family treasure it may be. It’s just an object, forgotten and discarded as time passes.

    I’m sure you were extremely frustrated as well. Frustration will drive us over the top faster than anything. You want to lash out, but you can’t lash out at your kids so you took it out on a poor, defensless rock. Well, maybe that rock had it coming. I’ve always been suspicious of rocks. They just lie there acting all innocent and everything. The point is, goop on a computer should have never brought you to such a level of anger or frustration in the first place.

    My advice, lower your expectations. When you get into the shower, always expect the house to be on fire when you get out, and the kids running rampant, taking crack and engaging in the worst sorts of abnormal sex. Then, when you step out of the shower and see goop on the laptop, you can breath a sigh of relief and say to yourself, “oh … thank God, it’s just goop on the computer.” No, kitty flambe running by. No swat team dragging the kids off on narcotics and porn charges. Just a goopy computer. La, la, la … must punish daughter by grounding … la, la, la [doing happy dance because kids are just fine and house is still upright]. Now you can relax and plan your next method to embarass your 14 y/o to death in front of her friends.

  • DNTME

    Angel, the only thing I can fault you with is placing such a high value on a thing that it caused you so much anger. Sure the laptop was probably expensive and contained stuff you would rather have not lost, etc. But, it’s still a thing. Things can be fixed or replaced. Things can be thrown out at our pleasure. Not one thing in this world is worth getting so angry over. I don’t care how valuable it is, or how old, or how much religious significance, or how much of a family treasure it may be. It’s just an object, forgotten and discarded as time passes.

    I’m sure you were extremely frustrated as well. Frustration will drive us over the top faster than anything. You want to lash out, but you can’t lash out at your kids so you took it out on a poor, defensless rock. Well, maybe that rock had it coming. I’ve always been suspicious of rocks. They just lie there acting all innocent and everything. The point is, goop on a computer should have never brought you to such a level of anger or frustration in the first place.

    My advice, lower your expectations. When you get into the shower, always expect the house to be on fire when you get out, and the kids running rampant, taking crack and engaging in the worst sorts of abnormal sex. Then, when you step out of the shower and see goop on the laptop, you can breath a sigh of relief and say to yourself, “oh … thank God, it’s just goop on the computer.” No, kitty flambe running by. No swat team dragging the kids off on narcotics and porn charges. Just a goopy computer. La, la, la … must punish daughter by grounding … la, la, la [doing happy dance because kids are just fine and house is still upright]. Now you can relax and plan your next method to embarass your 14 y/o to death in front of her friends.

  • Angel

    @DNTME:

    It must be nice to be you. I have never met anyone so perfect before…are you the second coming that my preacher talks about? So…you’ve never lost your temper at anything? Ever? In your life? Well, God bless your little heart! You must be one of those people who have had a frontal lobotomy.

    I have six children. I have run the gamut in childhood accidents, mishaps and childish destruction. My children always get the first fruits in this house; meaning that I don’t buy anything – ever – for myself, until they have everything they need (and usually most of what they want as well). I know full well that a computer is just an object. I rarely ever get upset about items that the children inadvertently (or purposefully) destroy. My living room TV has permanent (Sharpie) marker on the screen, and my 2007 Honda Odyssey has one of my children’s names SCRATCHED into the paint on the passenger side rear fender. I am assuming that this was done with a rock, since I don’t keep knives on the carport. And, gee, I wonder which kid scratched the name on the auto, anyway….was it the child whose name is scratched, or one of the others trying to get that one in trouble? Things that make you go, hmmmmm……My expectations are not unreasonably high. Expecting a 14 year old to keep an eye on her 3 year old sister for ten minutes is not unreasonable by any stretch of the imagination.

    If you sit around expecting your house to be on fire, or your kids to be engaging in deviant sex or crack binges, then that says volumes about what kind of a parent YOU are. You should probably get an appointment with a really good family therapist, and RUN, don’t walk, RUN to the office dragging your entire family behind you as quickly as possible. Don’t lecture me on the responsibilities of parenthood. I have been a parent going on 20 years now, and my oldest is going to college on a full academic scholarship. She neither does crack, nor engages in deviant sexual behavior, nor is she a pyromaniac. Nor do I foresee any of my other children going down those paths. The fact that you could even consider that about your children boggles my mind….unless these are activities you engaged in yourself, and therefore see as probable in your offspring.

    And as for the snide, snotty ‘embarrass your 14 y/o’ comment – sometimes a little embarrassment goes a long way in instructional value. Embarrassment is not abuse, it is a teaching tool. Like when you walk out of a restroom with TP stuck to your shoe, and don’t notice it until you are sitting down at the nice table in the fancy restaurant in which you are dinning. Embarrassment will quickly teach you to be more aware of what you step on when you are out. Again, embarrassment is not abuse, but belittlement is …..and I NEVER engage in that with my children.

    BTW, do you even have any children of your own, or are you one of those childless people who think that giving advice to parents is your sacred duty because you read all of Dr. Spock’s parenting tips? Spare me your sanctimony.

  • Angel

    @DNTME:

    It must be nice to be you. I have never met anyone so perfect before…are you the second coming that my preacher talks about? So…you’ve never lost your temper at anything? Ever? In your life? Well, God bless your little heart! You must be one of those people who have had a frontal lobotomy.

    I have six children. I have run the gamut in childhood accidents, mishaps and childish destruction. My children always get the first fruits in this house; meaning that I don’t buy anything – ever – for myself, until they have everything they need (and usually most of what they want as well). I know full well that a computer is just an object. I rarely ever get upset about items that the children inadvertently (or purposefully) destroy. My living room TV has permanent (Sharpie) marker on the screen, and my 2007 Honda Odyssey has one of my children’s names SCRATCHED into the paint on the passenger side rear fender. I am assuming that this was done with a rock, since I don’t keep knives on the carport. And, gee, I wonder which kid scratched the name on the auto, anyway….was it the child whose name is scratched, or one of the others trying to get that one in trouble? Things that make you go, hmmmmm……My expectations are not unreasonably high. Expecting a 14 year old to keep an eye on her 3 year old sister for ten minutes is not unreasonable by any stretch of the imagination.

    If you sit around expecting your house to be on fire, or your kids to be engaging in deviant sex or crack binges, then that says volumes about what kind of a parent YOU are. You should probably get an appointment with a really good family therapist, and RUN, don’t walk, RUN to the office dragging your entire family behind you as quickly as possible. Don’t lecture me on the responsibilities of parenthood. I have been a parent going on 20 years now, and my oldest is going to college on a full academic scholarship. She neither does crack, nor engages in deviant sexual behavior, nor is she a pyromaniac. Nor do I foresee any of my other children going down those paths. The fact that you could even consider that about your children boggles my mind….unless these are activities you engaged in yourself, and therefore see as probable in your offspring.

    And as for the snide, snotty ‘embarrass your 14 y/o’ comment – sometimes a little embarrassment goes a long way in instructional value. Embarrassment is not abuse, it is a teaching tool. Like when you walk out of a restroom with TP stuck to your shoe, and don’t notice it until you are sitting down at the nice table in the fancy restaurant in which you are dinning. Embarrassment will quickly teach you to be more aware of what you step on when you are out. Again, embarrassment is not abuse, but belittlement is …..and I NEVER engage in that with my children.

    BTW, do you even have any children of your own, or are you one of those childless people who think that giving advice to parents is your sacred duty because you read all of Dr. Spock’s parenting tips? Spare me your sanctimony.

  • LIsa

    Hi, DMTM,

    You are so right. Things just aren’t important compared to the all the horrible things that COULD have happened. I don’t want to speak for Angel, she can speak for herself quite well :).

    So Angel, forgive me here — I reckon that the largest part of her anger came from the fact that her 14 yo did not live up to her responsibilities. As for the laptop, although things ULTIMATELY are not important, it is important for us as parents to instill a sense of respect in our children for other people’s belongings.

    You said, ‘Now you can relax and plan your next method to embarass your 14 y/o to death in front of her friends.’

    Are you taking Angel to task here? Correct me if I’m wrong, but it does seem like you are being sarcastic, and admonishing Angel for embarrasing her daughter.

    Frankly, I think more parents should be unafraid to embarrass their children, rather than worrying so much about their feelings and self-esteem. IMHO, the whole “Self-esteem” movement has backfired — self-esteem does not come from being told how great we are, or from protecting us from punishment, or from eliminating Valedictorians (which, oh dear! might make the kids who only get C’s feel bad about themselves), or all the other crazy things that people do to protect their children’s self-esteem (so they think). It comes from DOING the right things, the hard things, doing things that impress ourselves; it comes from actually watching the children when your mother has asked you to do so. :)

    If your statement was not sarcastic, then Never Mind :). I still think I make a good point.

    Oh…I see Angel just posted a response. I was right. She can answer for herself! :))

  • LIsa

    Hi, DMTM,

    You are so right. Things just aren’t important compared to the all the horrible things that COULD have happened. I don’t want to speak for Angel, she can speak for herself quite well :).

    So Angel, forgive me here — I reckon that the largest part of her anger came from the fact that her 14 yo did not live up to her responsibilities. As for the laptop, although things ULTIMATELY are not important, it is important for us as parents to instill a sense of respect in our children for other people’s belongings.

    You said, ‘Now you can relax and plan your next method to embarass your 14 y/o to death in front of her friends.’

    Are you taking Angel to task here? Correct me if I’m wrong, but it does seem like you are being sarcastic, and admonishing Angel for embarrasing her daughter.

    Frankly, I think more parents should be unafraid to embarrass their children, rather than worrying so much about their feelings and self-esteem. IMHO, the whole “Self-esteem” movement has backfired — self-esteem does not come from being told how great we are, or from protecting us from punishment, or from eliminating Valedictorians (which, oh dear! might make the kids who only get C’s feel bad about themselves), or all the other crazy things that people do to protect their children’s self-esteem (so they think). It comes from DOING the right things, the hard things, doing things that impress ourselves; it comes from actually watching the children when your mother has asked you to do so. :)

    If your statement was not sarcastic, then Never Mind :). I still think I make a good point.

    Oh…I see Angel just posted a response. I was right. She can answer for herself! :))

  • Samantha

    Ha, I was about to respond to that comment too, but I see Angel took care of that!

    Dont worry Angel, he/she picked apart an old comment of mine too…

  • Samantha

    Ha, I was about to respond to that comment too, but I see Angel took care of that!

    Dont worry Angel, he/she picked apart an old comment of mine too…

  • Angel

    Gosh, Samantha – Lisa, you and I all have come down hard on this guy…..he’s probably off somewhere now either congratulating himself for being so much smarter than we are, or crying because we damaged his self-esteem. LOL. And thanks to both of you for the defense. It’s nice to have friends. Y’all both make me smile!

    And, Samantha, I saw the comment he made to you too, but like you did, I wanted to give you first shot at rebutting his tirade against you. I had to smile at you’re response there, as well.

  • Angel

    Gosh, Samantha – Lisa, you and I all have come down hard on this guy…..he’s probably off somewhere now either congratulating himself for being so much smarter than we are, or crying because we damaged his self-esteem. LOL. And thanks to both of you for the defense. It’s nice to have friends. Y’all both make me smile!

    And, Samantha, I saw the comment he made to you too, but like you did, I wanted to give you first shot at rebutting his tirade against you. I had to smile at you’re response there, as well.

  • Samantha

    People have to realize they cant mess with us..
    :)~

  • Samantha

    People have to realize they cant mess with us..
    :)~

  • Ihavekidstoo

    Ummm … I don’t think Angel was angry over the laptop, per se, but over the disobedience and disregard her 14-year-old showed for mom’s directions to watch the kids. (After all, any woman with six kids knows stuff is just stuff and not that important. She probably doesn’t HAVE that much stuff that’s all hers to worry about!)

    And I’m sure that while she was mourning the death of her new laptop, she was also running through her head all the far WORSE things that could have happened because of the teenager’s inattentiveness. What if the 3-year-old had SWALLOWED the cleaner instead of just pouring it on the laptop?

    Not to jump to conclusions, but it’s hard to imagine DMTM has kids. Another parent would understand that the true source of Angel’s anger wasn’t so much the destruction of the laptop as the narrow brush with greater disaster that her kids had and, typically, being kids, were totally unaware of.

  • Ihavekidstoo

    Ummm … I don’t think Angel was angry over the laptop, per se, but over the disobedience and disregard her 14-year-old showed for mom’s directions to watch the kids. (After all, any woman with six kids knows stuff is just stuff and not that important. She probably doesn’t HAVE that much stuff that’s all hers to worry about!)

    And I’m sure that while she was mourning the death of her new laptop, she was also running through her head all the far WORSE things that could have happened because of the teenager’s inattentiveness. What if the 3-year-old had SWALLOWED the cleaner instead of just pouring it on the laptop?

    Not to jump to conclusions, but it’s hard to imagine DMTM has kids. Another parent would understand that the true source of Angel’s anger wasn’t so much the destruction of the laptop as the narrow brush with greater disaster that her kids had and, typically, being kids, were totally unaware of.

  • Angel

    Thank you, IHKT. You have again put my feelings into perspective better than I was able to. I constantly worry about my kids around cars, around chemicals, around pets, around strangers, and the list goes on…….So when one of them causes havoc – or worse – gets hurt, as a direct result of their disobedience, or a sibling’s disobedience, my mind immediately goes into – “what could have happened?” mode. As I said – the laptop was plugged in, and running. My 3 year old could have been electrocuted, had she touched the keyboard after spraying the cleaner. Panic blinds us all at times. Like when we pass a state trooper on I-75 while running at 120+ mph because we just got a call from our spouse that there has been a head-on collision, and the 8-year old is being taken by ambulance to a children’s hospital for possible internal injuries. (Which I did 8 years ago). Panic engages our body’s release of endorphins which send us into the ‘fight-or-flight’ mode. A lot of the time that is expressed as rage or anger, because rage and anger burn up the endorphins more quickly than our other emotions, thereby keeping the body from being overloaded with these natural chemical byproducts which in large enough volume can induce a heart attack or stroke.

    My kids could burn down the whole house, and the only thing I would be concerned with would be whether I had been able to get all of them out in time. Things are things, but lives are more fragile than we know. And anything could happen to take a life before we even realized there was a danger.

    And IHKT, you’re right about my not having much stuff of my own. The laptop is, literally, the only thing in the house other than clothing that I can claim as solely mine. And right now, I am using the very laptop that was ‘cleaned’ by my daughter 2 years ago. I have two keys that stick, and the ‘h’ key is missing – I have only a rubber bump where the key used to be. (I actually think my son tried to eat the missing key, but I never found it in his diaper. The key disappeared as he walked through the kitchen a few weeks ago, while I was cooking supper. I saw him touch the keyboard, told him to stop, and he left. When I checked my e-mail later, the ‘h’ key was gone, lol) The screen also quit working months ago, so I have it hooked to an external monitor. But, it’s mine. And I would stomp it to bits myself if one of my kids’ lives depended on it. Because it’s just a thing, and they are my heart and soul.

  • Angel

    Thank you, IHKT. You have again put my feelings into perspective better than I was able to. I constantly worry about my kids around cars, around chemicals, around pets, around strangers, and the list goes on…….So when one of them causes havoc – or worse – gets hurt, as a direct result of their disobedience, or a sibling’s disobedience, my mind immediately goes into – “what could have happened?” mode. As I said – the laptop was plugged in, and running. My 3 year old could have been electrocuted, had she touched the keyboard after spraying the cleaner. Panic blinds us all at times. Like when we pass a state trooper on I-75 while running at 120+ mph because we just got a call from our spouse that there has been a head-on collision, and the 8-year old is being taken by ambulance to a children’s hospital for possible internal injuries. (Which I did 8 years ago). Panic engages our body’s release of endorphins which send us into the ‘fight-or-flight’ mode. A lot of the time that is expressed as rage or anger, because rage and anger burn up the endorphins more quickly than our other emotions, thereby keeping the body from being overloaded with these natural chemical byproducts which in large enough volume can induce a heart attack or stroke.

    My kids could burn down the whole house, and the only thing I would be concerned with would be whether I had been able to get all of them out in time. Things are things, but lives are more fragile than we know. And anything could happen to take a life before we even realized there was a danger.

    And IHKT, you’re right about my not having much stuff of my own. The laptop is, literally, the only thing in the house other than clothing that I can claim as solely mine. And right now, I am using the very laptop that was ‘cleaned’ by my daughter 2 years ago. I have two keys that stick, and the ‘h’ key is missing – I have only a rubber bump where the key used to be. (I actually think my son tried to eat the missing key, but I never found it in his diaper. The key disappeared as he walked through the kitchen a few weeks ago, while I was cooking supper. I saw him touch the keyboard, told him to stop, and he left. When I checked my e-mail later, the ‘h’ key was gone, lol) The screen also quit working months ago, so I have it hooked to an external monitor. But, it’s mine. And I would stomp it to bits myself if one of my kids’ lives depended on it. Because it’s just a thing, and they are my heart and soul.

  • karen

    guess i might as well throw my 2 cents worth in here. first of all, let’s hope that was DNTME’S attempt at humor….and if it wasn’t, let’s hope he/she’s not a child therapist…Lord help those that have him/her counseling their children.
    secondly, at the rate of disagreeing with all of you on here that i consider to be my comrades in this parenting thing, BS!!!!!! i would have been pissed as all get out that while i took a quick shower my new lap top was destroyed!!!! just a material thing???? everything in life EXCEPT our children and family are material things. today the destruction of the screens by poking holes in them; next time, maybe clogging the toilet so it doesn’t work…then the computer…then damage to the car….then…then what….start a fire playing with the stove in the kitchen and burn the house down???? yeah, maybe these are some exaggerations…but let’s face it…as parents we work our butts off to provide for the family and make a nice, comfortable place for them to call home. we shouldn’t be upset because stuff gets destroyed??? we shouldn’t try to instill in them a sense of responsibility, accountability and respect for property? in Angel’s case…i can totally understanad why she was upset. first of all the computer was doused in cleanser…..her toddler could have drank it or got some in her eyes or burnt her skin with it. it wasn’t unreasonable to ask her 14 year old daughter to watch the little ones while she took a shower. i’m sure the minute her older daughter saw what had happened, she felt sick to her stomach but should Angel have just said ” oh well….another day another computer”? i see nothing wrong with getting upset and be angry with her daughter. next time, i’m sure the daughter will do as she’s asked because she’s now seen the direct consequences of what happens when she doesn’t listen to mom.
    let’s face it…we’re not the monsters we read about on here….but we’re not saints either. we’re human…with strong emotions…anger; hate; fear; love….to bottle everything up and never express your feelings is a time bomb in the making.
    i normally consider myself to be a very laid back, relaxed mom. but….there’s times…when i lose it…like when i forgot the vicks vapor rub in the bedroom and the 4yr. old twins decided to wash their waist length blonde hair in it (every damn hair on their heads, from root to ends)….ever try to get that out???? the same day, they colored each other from head to toe with nonwashable green markers (mind you, i had a retirement party the following afternoon and a lot of people had never met the kids)…..the same day, while i was out of the room for a whole 5 minutes getting a baby with respiratory problems to sleep, they took a brand spankin new bottle of pancake syrup and pored it all over the mattress in their room (which didn’t have a sheet on it because i was washing bedding). while i was standing there contemplating putting them up for adoption (an idea i had to nix because i remembered i had already adopted them and DCS frowns on adoptions gone bad) they opened the front door and let my miniture beagle out in sub zero weather…the same beagle that pooped on my deck earlier that day because she was too cold to go out in the yard. damn fool dog took off running and was gone for 45 minutes. do you think i just said “well, at least they’re not pregnant crack whores that dabble in walmart theft and carjacking to pay for their addiction”? no, no, no….by the time that dog took off out the front door, i lost it….i yelled so loud i couldn’t even hear what i was saying. i couldn’t even toss their little tushs in bed because A. they still had too much vicks in their hair. B. their entire room wreaked of maple syrup C. i needed them up so i could try out any suggestions i might find online for vick’s and green marker removal.
    some of you might be thinking “damn…why doesn’t she keep a better eye on her kids???” God and all His angels couldn’t keep a close enough eye on the dynamic duo. they’re quick…they’re creative….there’s two of them and they tag team. all i can say is they’re fortunate to be so beautiful….lol…i’d keep them on looks alone.
    that night, after their hair was finally clean…they no longer looked like kermit the frog…and i got used to the smell of maple syrup….when they were in bed sleeping…looking so angelic and peaceful…the guilt swept over me for the way i had yelled. but i got over it…i knew i had to…let me falter in any way and they would take over….you might never hear from me again and Trench would lose a faithful follower.

  • karen

    guess i might as well throw my 2 cents worth in here. first of all, let’s hope that was DNTME’S attempt at humor….and if it wasn’t, let’s hope he/she’s not a child therapist…Lord help those that have him/her counseling their children.
    secondly, at the rate of disagreeing with all of you on here that i consider to be my comrades in this parenting thing, BS!!!!!! i would have been pissed as all get out that while i took a quick shower my new lap top was destroyed!!!! just a material thing???? everything in life EXCEPT our children and family are material things. today the destruction of the screens by poking holes in them; next time, maybe clogging the toilet so it doesn’t work…then the computer…then damage to the car….then…then what….start a fire playing with the stove in the kitchen and burn the house down???? yeah, maybe these are some exaggerations…but let’s face it…as parents we work our butts off to provide for the family and make a nice, comfortable place for them to call home. we shouldn’t be upset because stuff gets destroyed??? we shouldn’t try to instill in them a sense of responsibility, accountability and respect for property? in Angel’s case…i can totally understanad why she was upset. first of all the computer was doused in cleanser…..her toddler could have drank it or got some in her eyes or burnt her skin with it. it wasn’t unreasonable to ask her 14 year old daughter to watch the little ones while she took a shower. i’m sure the minute her older daughter saw what had happened, she felt sick to her stomach but should Angel have just said ” oh well….another day another computer”? i see nothing wrong with getting upset and be angry with her daughter. next time, i’m sure the daughter will do as she’s asked because she’s now seen the direct consequences of what happens when she doesn’t listen to mom.
    let’s face it…we’re not the monsters we read about on here….but we’re not saints either. we’re human…with strong emotions…anger; hate; fear; love….to bottle everything up and never express your feelings is a time bomb in the making.
    i normally consider myself to be a very laid back, relaxed mom. but….there’s times…when i lose it…like when i forgot the vicks vapor rub in the bedroom and the 4yr. old twins decided to wash their waist length blonde hair in it (every damn hair on their heads, from root to ends)….ever try to get that out???? the same day, they colored each other from head to toe with nonwashable green markers (mind you, i had a retirement party the following afternoon and a lot of people had never met the kids)…..the same day, while i was out of the room for a whole 5 minutes getting a baby with respiratory problems to sleep, they took a brand spankin new bottle of pancake syrup and pored it all over the mattress in their room (which didn’t have a sheet on it because i was washing bedding). while i was standing there contemplating putting them up for adoption (an idea i had to nix because i remembered i had already adopted them and DCS frowns on adoptions gone bad) they opened the front door and let my miniture beagle out in sub zero weather…the same beagle that pooped on my deck earlier that day because she was too cold to go out in the yard. damn fool dog took off running and was gone for 45 minutes. do you think i just said “well, at least they’re not pregnant crack whores that dabble in walmart theft and carjacking to pay for their addiction”? no, no, no….by the time that dog took off out the front door, i lost it….i yelled so loud i couldn’t even hear what i was saying. i couldn’t even toss their little tushs in bed because A. they still had too much vicks in their hair. B. their entire room wreaked of maple syrup C. i needed them up so i could try out any suggestions i might find online for vick’s and green marker removal.
    some of you might be thinking “damn…why doesn’t she keep a better eye on her kids???” God and all His angels couldn’t keep a close enough eye on the dynamic duo. they’re quick…they’re creative….there’s two of them and they tag team. all i can say is they’re fortunate to be so beautiful….lol…i’d keep them on looks alone.
    that night, after their hair was finally clean…they no longer looked like kermit the frog…and i got used to the smell of maple syrup….when they were in bed sleeping…looking so angelic and peaceful…the guilt swept over me for the way i had yelled. but i got over it…i knew i had to…let me falter in any way and they would take over….you might never hear from me again and Trench would lose a faithful follower.

  • karen

    p.s. oh yeah, the dog came home. why, when she had the chance to make a run from this insanity, i’ll never know.

  • karen

    p.s. oh yeah, the dog came home. why, when she had the chance to make a run from this insanity, i’ll never know.

  • karen

    hmmmm….i just read over my comment…this wan’t directed at any of you moms…just a little rant after DNTME’S advice.

  • karen

    hmmmm….i just read over my comment…this wan’t directed at any of you moms…just a little rant after DNTME’S advice.

  • Natashja

    lol Karen

    Thanks I needed that laugh :)

  • Natashja

    lol Karen

    Thanks I needed that laugh :)

  • Angel

    Thanks, Karen….just in the last week alone my 3 year old son has colored on himself with both green and black sharpie marker (btw, how DO you get that out?); broken 3 dozen eggs onto my kitchen carpet (on the CARPET, not the linoleum, which covers just as much surface area as the rug, but Angel-boy managed to get every single egg on the rug); emptied one container each of kids shampoo and toothpaste onto the bathroom floor (luckily for me, all of that was on tile); stomped three VHS movies into bits on the TV room floor (all his movies though, because I now hide mine); and shoved a power rangers toy down the toilet, followed by a pair of his sister’s pants, and his own shirt (it took me over an hour to dig out the toy, lol). Each of those incidents happened when I was momentarily distracted by some other mundane, inconsequential activity that I like to engage in to keep from having to watch the kids – you know – like laundry, cooking dinner, pulling my 7 year old off of my 5 year old, and explaining to her why it is most certainly NOT a good idea to take a running jump onto her sister’s head……

    None of the things he did this week even really made a noticeable imprint in my daily routine, though (except for the eggs – have you ever tried to get even ONE egg out of a carpet? I spent over two hours, and then gave up and told hubby that if he wanted the eggs up he could either buy or rent a steam cleaner – so now we are waiting for my new Hoover steam vac to be delivered.) My son got in trouble for each of his adventures, and was made to clean up the messes he made when possible. But the only one I hollered about was the eggs, because it was 10:00 at night, and I was tired, and had to stay up another two hours cleaning what I could.

    Thanks for the support and commiseration, though. It’s good to know that I am not the only mother on earth with an active (and destructive) child. I consider myself to be in very good company, here.

  • Angel

    Thanks, Karen….just in the last week alone my 3 year old son has colored on himself with both green and black sharpie marker (btw, how DO you get that out?); broken 3 dozen eggs onto my kitchen carpet (on the CARPET, not the linoleum, which covers just as much surface area as the rug, but Angel-boy managed to get every single egg on the rug); emptied one container each of kids shampoo and toothpaste onto the bathroom floor (luckily for me, all of that was on tile); stomped three VHS movies into bits on the TV room floor (all his movies though, because I now hide mine); and shoved a power rangers toy down the toilet, followed by a pair of his sister’s pants, and his own shirt (it took me over an hour to dig out the toy, lol). Each of those incidents happened when I was momentarily distracted by some other mundane, inconsequential activity that I like to engage in to keep from having to watch the kids – you know – like laundry, cooking dinner, pulling my 7 year old off of my 5 year old, and explaining to her why it is most certainly NOT a good idea to take a running jump onto her sister’s head……

    None of the things he did this week even really made a noticeable imprint in my daily routine, though (except for the eggs – have you ever tried to get even ONE egg out of a carpet? I spent over two hours, and then gave up and told hubby that if he wanted the eggs up he could either buy or rent a steam cleaner – so now we are waiting for my new Hoover steam vac to be delivered.) My son got in trouble for each of his adventures, and was made to clean up the messes he made when possible. But the only one I hollered about was the eggs, because it was 10:00 at night, and I was tired, and had to stay up another two hours cleaning what I could.

    Thanks for the support and commiseration, though. It’s good to know that I am not the only mother on earth with an active (and destructive) child. I consider myself to be in very good company, here.

  • LIsa

    Thanks, Angel! Now I Know how to get that steam cleaner I’ve always wanted! Thanks, again! And believe me, it won’t be hard getting my own little Destructo-Girl to break those eggs ;)

    And, agreed, Natashja — that was a good laugh, Karen! Especially the part about the dog :).

  • LIsa

    Thanks, Angel! Now I Know how to get that steam cleaner I’ve always wanted! Thanks, again! And believe me, it won’t be hard getting my own little Destructo-Girl to break those eggs ;)

    And, agreed, Natashja — that was a good laugh, Karen! Especially the part about the dog :).

  • Samantha

    I love it! I am sooo glad to hear that I am not the only with crazy kids! And of course I say crazy in the most heart warming loving way!
    Eggs on the carpet?? Sheesh, I about lost it when my son broke one on the tile! Of course, it had to run down the whole inside of the fridge too though.

  • Samantha

    I love it! I am sooo glad to hear that I am not the only with crazy kids! And of course I say crazy in the most heart warming loving way!
    Eggs on the carpet?? Sheesh, I about lost it when my son broke one on the tile! Of course, it had to run down the whole inside of the fridge too though.

  • Ihavekidstoo

    OK, since we’re talking carpet disasters here, does anyone know how to get an entire bottle of lavender scented hand lotion out of a carpet? It’s been ground into our bedroom rug for more than 2 years and no amount of scrubbing has faded it one bit. My son dumped it there at a time in his life when I would have SWORN he didn’t know how to remove a bottle cap, let alone climb all the way up to the vanity where it was sitting to get it. Now, at 4 1/2, every time he passes the spot he says proudly “I did that when I was a baby, Mommy.” Yes, son. We were all SO proud!

    Guess I should just break down and have the whole carpet cleaned, but really I don’t see the point in paying to clean your carpets when you still have kids in the house. I suspect that stain is staying there either until we try to sell the house OR both kids go off to college.

    Eggs on the carpet, though … that justifies selling the kid to the gypsies.

  • Ihavekidstoo

    OK, since we’re talking carpet disasters here, does anyone know how to get an entire bottle of lavender scented hand lotion out of a carpet? It’s been ground into our bedroom rug for more than 2 years and no amount of scrubbing has faded it one bit. My son dumped it there at a time in his life when I would have SWORN he didn’t know how to remove a bottle cap, let alone climb all the way up to the vanity where it was sitting to get it. Now, at 4 1/2, every time he passes the spot he says proudly “I did that when I was a baby, Mommy.” Yes, son. We were all SO proud!

    Guess I should just break down and have the whole carpet cleaned, but really I don’t see the point in paying to clean your carpets when you still have kids in the house. I suspect that stain is staying there either until we try to sell the house OR both kids go off to college.

    Eggs on the carpet, though … that justifies selling the kid to the gypsies.

  • LIsa

    Destructo-Girl presented us a bright red smiley lipstick face on my newish carpet. It will smile at me till we sell, or they go to college, too :)

  • LIsa

    Destructo-Girl presented us a bright red smiley lipstick face on my newish carpet. It will smile at me till we sell, or they go to college, too :)

  • Samantha

    Ihavekidstoo, I have no idea on that one! My son did the same thing, with one of those HUGE bottles of cocoa butter loation! Dumped half the bottle on the carpet and the other half he was using on himself! Never did get it out, just kind of left it. Figured if nothing else it would keep the carpet smelling nice and yummy!

  • Samantha

    Ihavekidstoo, I have no idea on that one! My son did the same thing, with one of those HUGE bottles of cocoa butter loation! Dumped half the bottle on the carpet and the other half he was using on himself! Never did get it out, just kind of left it. Figured if nothing else it would keep the carpet smelling nice and yummy!

  • Angel

    “Eggs on the carpet, though … that justifies selling the kid to the gypsies.”

    I don’t think they could afford him, IHKT. Besides, he’s my only boy, and I kinda like him…..lol. But maybe I could rent him out for a couple of days? ;-D

  • Angel

    “Eggs on the carpet, though … that justifies selling the kid to the gypsies.”

    I don’t think they could afford him, IHKT. Besides, he’s my only boy, and I kinda like him…..lol. But maybe I could rent him out for a couple of days? ;-D

  • Kathy

    hahaha… I just enjoyed some Tropical Typhoon Mike and Ike candies while catching up on this thread. Ah, to savor a candy when no children are around because I’m at work and they’re not allowed here.

    Karen–seriously. you’ve yelled at the kids? Where was your self-control? What’s wrong with you? HAHAHA… just kidding!!! I adore you. I’m so glad to hear that I’m not the only one who has ever yelled at children. I agree that children need to be taught responsibility and respect for people’s things. And, as someone who babysat my younger siblings and cousins when I was 12 on up (as well as cleaning the house and starting dinner), I see no reason why a 14 y/o can’t watch a 3 y/o sibling long enough for the mom to take a shower. Cause you know that same 14 y/o is begging for movie money, new this, new that. :-)

    As for embarassing your kids. That is a parent’s RIGHT. We have EARNED it. Do you really think I keep the pic of my son covered in spaghetti because it’s cute? No way… I’m pulling that sucker out on his first date and telling the girl he STILL eats like that. The short video of him running around in the front yard of our housing devlopment NAKED for all the neighbors to see (sometimes you have to capture it on film before you fix the pbm)… yep, gonna use that one too. Hey, I figure if my mom can still (35 years later) tell people about the one time in my life that I stood up to go to the potty and a fart slipped out in front of company… well… it’s my duty to share similar stories about my kids. :-)

  • Kathy

    hahaha… I just enjoyed some Tropical Typhoon Mike and Ike candies while catching up on this thread. Ah, to savor a candy when no children are around because I’m at work and they’re not allowed here.

    Karen–seriously. you’ve yelled at the kids? Where was your self-control? What’s wrong with you? HAHAHA… just kidding!!! I adore you. I’m so glad to hear that I’m not the only one who has ever yelled at children. I agree that children need to be taught responsibility and respect for people’s things. And, as someone who babysat my younger siblings and cousins when I was 12 on up (as well as cleaning the house and starting dinner), I see no reason why a 14 y/o can’t watch a 3 y/o sibling long enough for the mom to take a shower. Cause you know that same 14 y/o is begging for movie money, new this, new that. :-)

    As for embarassing your kids. That is a parent’s RIGHT. We have EARNED it. Do you really think I keep the pic of my son covered in spaghetti because it’s cute? No way… I’m pulling that sucker out on his first date and telling the girl he STILL eats like that. The short video of him running around in the front yard of our housing devlopment NAKED for all the neighbors to see (sometimes you have to capture it on film before you fix the pbm)… yep, gonna use that one too. Hey, I figure if my mom can still (35 years later) tell people about the one time in my life that I stood up to go to the potty and a fart slipped out in front of company… well… it’s my duty to share similar stories about my kids. :-)

  • Samantha

    Ahhh Kathy… you dont poot do you??
    I will embarrass my kids because they take EVERY opportunity they have to embarrass me! haha.
    I, too, have to admit the yelling part. I think my kids are deaf most of the time because if I dont say it loudly, they dont understand. OK, maybe not deaf, but selective hearing sure comes to mind!! My little one who is 3 (and totally cute too) get soooo upset if I yell at him. He turns his little nanny lip (thats what we call it) out and cries, stop screamin at me! Its cute sometimes I have to yell just so he will do that :)
    On another note, my oldest is gone away to camp, since monday. She will be back tomorrow but I am missing her like crazy! A lot more than I thought I would! I cant wait for her to come home.

  • Samantha

    Ahhh Kathy… you dont poot do you??
    I will embarrass my kids because they take EVERY opportunity they have to embarrass me! haha.
    I, too, have to admit the yelling part. I think my kids are deaf most of the time because if I dont say it loudly, they dont understand. OK, maybe not deaf, but selective hearing sure comes to mind!! My little one who is 3 (and totally cute too) get soooo upset if I yell at him. He turns his little nanny lip (thats what we call it) out and cries, stop screamin at me! Its cute sometimes I have to yell just so he will do that :)
    On another note, my oldest is gone away to camp, since monday. She will be back tomorrow but I am missing her like crazy! A lot more than I thought I would! I cant wait for her to come home.

  • LIsa

    Aw! Absence really does make the heart grow fonder — if you are already fond, that is ;)

    I’m working on the yelling. Yes, I have yelled, but never belittled, or beat, or starved, or molested, or deprived of necessities, or beat with crib parts, or sliced scrotums.

    And my Destructo-Girl has a wicked nanny lip, too ;)

  • LIsa

    Aw! Absence really does make the heart grow fonder — if you are already fond, that is ;)

    I’m working on the yelling. Yes, I have yelled, but never belittled, or beat, or starved, or molested, or deprived of necessities, or beat with crib parts, or sliced scrotums.

    And my Destructo-Girl has a wicked nanny lip, too ;)

  • Samantha

    Gotta love the nanny lip! we started calling it that because my grandma (nanny) has a big pouty bottom lip haha.

    i refuse to belittle my kids too. i may yell at them, but i never cuss at them or call them names. well, maybe when we are joking and kidding around. my daughter and i will call each other dorks, but i just tell her i am proud to be a dork!

  • Samantha

    Gotta love the nanny lip! we started calling it that because my grandma (nanny) has a big pouty bottom lip haha.

    i refuse to belittle my kids too. i may yell at them, but i never cuss at them or call them names. well, maybe when we are joking and kidding around. my daughter and i will call each other dorks, but i just tell her i am proud to be a dork!

  • Ihavekidstoo

    Kathy, I’m saving my best embarassment ammo for my son’s inaugural address some day (after all, Obama’s now opened the door for multi-ethnic kids with out-there names to run for prez).

    Let’s just say my story involves a changing table, a constipated baby, a rectal thermometer, projectile pooping and a permanent carpet stain.

  • Ihavekidstoo

    Kathy, I’m saving my best embarassment ammo for my son’s inaugural address some day (after all, Obama’s now opened the door for multi-ethnic kids with out-there names to run for prez).

    Let’s just say my story involves a changing table, a constipated baby, a rectal thermometer, projectile pooping and a permanent carpet stain.

  • Angel

    Are we sharing ‘embarrass your kid’ stories? I have the mother of all embarrassment stories, as relating to my oldest child, and her attempt to embarrass me in a grocery store. I turned the tables on her, but good!

    Have any of you ever had a 4 year old throw a hissy fit in a grocery store because she couldn’t have something she wanted? My oldest daughter only did it once……

    I was going to visit my sister in law who lived all the way across town, in an area I only visit in order to see her. She had asked me to stop and get some milk and bread for her, and mentioned that the grocery store around the corner from her house was having a BOGO on milk. I told her I would be happy to stop, and told my daughter (then 4) that I would NOT be buying candy or snacks, so she needn’t bother asking. Does that disclaimer EVER work on little ones? Suffice it to say, she asked for every sweet item we passed on the way to the dairy aisle, and then on the way to the bread aisle. I repeatedly told her no.

    When we got to the register, she began begging for a candy bar, and again I told her no. Her begging quickly turned from begging to whining, to stomping, to screaming. I was fourth in line, and I was beginning to consider walking out without my groceries in order to avoid further embarrassment, when the greatest idea I ever had struck me. She was, by this time, sitting on the floor, kicking her feet, pounding her fists on the floor, and screaming at the top of her lungs, “I want a candy bar!”

    She had NEVER done this before, and I was almost stunned. So what was my idea? I sat my fat ass (did I mention I was 7 months pregnant with my second daughter?) on the floor beside her and began kicking my feet, pounding my fists, and screaming just as loudly as she was, “But, I don’t want to buy you a candy bar!”

    I heard a snicker from somewhere in the front of the line, and I was drawing a crowd behind me as well. My daughter froze, with an expression of pure horror on her face. She then got to her feet, and looked at me as if I had two heads, and began to whisper frantically, “Mommy, stop….Mommy, these people are staring at you……Mommy, please shut up….” I kept up my fit for another ten seconds or so, just to make sure I had her complete attention, and then stopped and tried to figure out a way to gracefully lever my pregnant body off of the floor. One of the other people in line turned and helped me up (bless her!), I paid for my groceries, and we left the store without my daughter saying another word. As the doors closed, I heard the cashier (and probably half the shoppers as well), laughing their butts off.

    We made it all the way to the car before my little angel looked at me and said, in all seriousness, “Mommy, please don’t ever do that again.” I replied, “I won’t if you won’t.” And she never did again.

    I also NEVER went back to that store! lol :-))

  • Angel

    Are we sharing ‘embarrass your kid’ stories? I have the mother of all embarrassment stories, as relating to my oldest child, and her attempt to embarrass me in a grocery store. I turned the tables on her, but good!

    Have any of you ever had a 4 year old throw a hissy fit in a grocery store because she couldn’t have something she wanted? My oldest daughter only did it once……

    I was going to visit my sister in law who lived all the way across town, in an area I only visit in order to see her. She had asked me to stop and get some milk and bread for her, and mentioned that the grocery store around the corner from her house was having a BOGO on milk. I told her I would be happy to stop, and told my daughter (then 4) that I would NOT be buying candy or snacks, so she needn’t bother asking. Does that disclaimer EVER work on little ones? Suffice it to say, she asked for every sweet item we passed on the way to the dairy aisle, and then on the way to the bread aisle. I repeatedly told her no.

    When we got to the register, she began begging for a candy bar, and again I told her no. Her begging quickly turned from begging to whining, to stomping, to screaming. I was fourth in line, and I was beginning to consider walking out without my groceries in order to avoid further embarrassment, when the greatest idea I ever had struck me. She was, by this time, sitting on the floor, kicking her feet, pounding her fists on the floor, and screaming at the top of her lungs, “I want a candy bar!”

    She had NEVER done this before, and I was almost stunned. So what was my idea? I sat my fat ass (did I mention I was 7 months pregnant with my second daughter?) on the floor beside her and began kicking my feet, pounding my fists, and screaming just as loudly as she was, “But, I don’t want to buy you a candy bar!”

    I heard a snicker from somewhere in the front of the line, and I was drawing a crowd behind me as well. My daughter froze, with an expression of pure horror on her face. She then got to her feet, and looked at me as if I had two heads, and began to whisper frantically, “Mommy, stop….Mommy, these people are staring at you……Mommy, please shut up….” I kept up my fit for another ten seconds or so, just to make sure I had her complete attention, and then stopped and tried to figure out a way to gracefully lever my pregnant body off of the floor. One of the other people in line turned and helped me up (bless her!), I paid for my groceries, and we left the store without my daughter saying another word. As the doors closed, I heard the cashier (and probably half the shoppers as well), laughing their butts off.

    We made it all the way to the car before my little angel looked at me and said, in all seriousness, “Mommy, please don’t ever do that again.” I replied, “I won’t if you won’t.” And she never did again.

    I also NEVER went back to that store! lol :-))

  • LIsa

    LMAO! Priceless, Angel. Priceless!

  • LIsa

    LMAO! Priceless, Angel. Priceless!

  • karen

    removing egg from carpet:1. Mix one teaspoon of a neutral detergent (a mild detergent containing no alkalies or bleaches) with a cup of luke-warm water. Blot.

    2. Mix one tablespoon of household ammonia with a half- cup of water. Blot.

    3. Repeat step one.

    4. Sponge with clean water. Blot
    removing hand lotion from carpet:1. Sponge with a small amount of dry-cleaning solvent. Blot. (Use small amounts to prevent any possible damage to sizings, backings, or stuffing materials. Do not use gasoline, lighter fluid, or carbon tetrachloride).

    2. Mix one teaspoon of a neutral detergent (a mild detergent containing no alkalies or bleaches) with a cup of luke-warm water. Blot.

    3. Sponge with clean water. Blot
    removing marker from kiddies: toothpaste works really well. also, eye make up remover and rubbing alcohol. i used toothpaste because i had a zillion tubes from cvs deals.
    vasoline or vicks vapor rub in hair….i tried EVERYTHING. when i called the hair cutting place, they laughed and said “wow…i don’t know”. finally, in desperation, i doused the hair with baby powder…let it set for awhile and then brushed it through. i was shocked at how much “drier, nongreasy” it looked. i did this several times throughout the rest of the day and evening and when i washed it the next morning it was fine.
    crayon on the wall: place a dryer sheet over the marks and use a blow dryer on the hottest setting. within a few seconds, you can wipe it right off.
    huge economy refill bottle of shout stain removal poured on bedroom carpet (the WHOLE bottle): do not…i repeat, DO NOT try to use your steam cleaner to suck it out. you wouldn’t believe the amount of suds it makes!!! i ended up letting it dry out (took forever) and then vacuumed it. once again….threw the trusty ole baby powder on it and it at least didn’t look as bad or smell as strong.
    liquid laundry detergent poured into the dryer (again, large amount): get a ton of bath towels and start sopping it up. when you think it’s mostly out, run it for awhile with some dry towels. then, for each of the next loads of laundry you need to do, just toss in one of the towels without adding any other detergent. (i told you they were quick and creative)

    lactose intolerant beagle dog who’s lapped up a large can of liquid baby formula from the floor (offered by none other than…yeah, you guessed): tell the girls to open the front door and let the dog run out. hopefully, by the time she comes home, her diarreah will be gone.
    removing “kiddie tatoos”. some of those are next to impossible to remove by scrubbing. take a piece of scotch tape…place it on the tatoo and rub over it. when you pull it off, the tatoo will be attached to it…quick and painless.
    removing “white out” from your computer screen; computer chair and little one’s skin and eyelashes: “goo gone” for the screen, chair and skin…eye makeup remover for the eyelashes (takes a little off, the rest has to wear off).
    removing marker from beagle dog: why bother? it’s not like she’s a show dog or anything…just let it wear off.
    stay tuned folks…there’s more to come!!!!

  • karen

    removing egg from carpet:1. Mix one teaspoon of a neutral detergent (a mild detergent containing no alkalies or bleaches) with a cup of luke-warm water. Blot.

    2. Mix one tablespoon of household ammonia with a half- cup of water. Blot.

    3. Repeat step one.

    4. Sponge with clean water. Blot
    removing hand lotion from carpet:1. Sponge with a small amount of dry-cleaning solvent. Blot. (Use small amounts to prevent any possible damage to sizings, backings, or stuffing materials. Do not use gasoline, lighter fluid, or carbon tetrachloride).

    2. Mix one teaspoon of a neutral detergent (a mild detergent containing no alkalies or bleaches) with a cup of luke-warm water. Blot.

    3. Sponge with clean water. Blot
    removing marker from kiddies: toothpaste works really well. also, eye make up remover and rubbing alcohol. i used toothpaste because i had a zillion tubes from cvs deals.
    vasoline or vicks vapor rub in hair….i tried EVERYTHING. when i called the hair cutting place, they laughed and said “wow…i don’t know”. finally, in desperation, i doused the hair with baby powder…let it set for awhile and then brushed it through. i was shocked at how much “drier, nongreasy” it looked. i did this several times throughout the rest of the day and evening and when i washed it the next morning it was fine.
    crayon on the wall: place a dryer sheet over the marks and use a blow dryer on the hottest setting. within a few seconds, you can wipe it right off.
    huge economy refill bottle of shout stain removal poured on bedroom carpet (the WHOLE bottle): do not…i repeat, DO NOT try to use your steam cleaner to suck it out. you wouldn’t believe the amount of suds it makes!!! i ended up letting it dry out (took forever) and then vacuumed it. once again….threw the trusty ole baby powder on it and it at least didn’t look as bad or smell as strong.
    liquid laundry detergent poured into the dryer (again, large amount): get a ton of bath towels and start sopping it up. when you think it’s mostly out, run it for awhile with some dry towels. then, for each of the next loads of laundry you need to do, just toss in one of the towels without adding any other detergent. (i told you they were quick and creative)

    lactose intolerant beagle dog who’s lapped up a large can of liquid baby formula from the floor (offered by none other than…yeah, you guessed): tell the girls to open the front door and let the dog run out. hopefully, by the time she comes home, her diarreah will be gone.
    removing “kiddie tatoos”. some of those are next to impossible to remove by scrubbing. take a piece of scotch tape…place it on the tatoo and rub over it. when you pull it off, the tatoo will be attached to it…quick and painless.
    removing “white out” from your computer screen; computer chair and little one’s skin and eyelashes: “goo gone” for the screen, chair and skin…eye makeup remover for the eyelashes (takes a little off, the rest has to wear off).
    removing marker from beagle dog: why bother? it’s not like she’s a show dog or anything…just let it wear off.
    stay tuned folks…there’s more to come!!!!

  • gloria

    This is the third egg story I have seen in one week…now I’m scared my daughter is 1 1/2 how do i make sure this does not happen? LOL we have all tile but first its eggs and then its milk {at 5 bucks a gallon} anyone know how to keep a kid out of a fridge? i have come to his site for the longest time and i enjoy yall’s comments the most. I tip my hat to all of you having one critter is hard but i see some of you have 2 and 3 and 4 and more..more power to all of you very awesome women (and men…maybe?)

  • gloria

    This is the third egg story I have seen in one week…now I’m scared my daughter is 1 1/2 how do i make sure this does not happen? LOL we have all tile but first its eggs and then its milk {at 5 bucks a gallon} anyone know how to keep a kid out of a fridge? i have come to his site for the longest time and i enjoy yall’s comments the most. I tip my hat to all of you having one critter is hard but i see some of you have 2 and 3 and 4 and more..more power to all of you very awesome women (and men…maybe?)

  • Ihavekidstoo

    Gloria, I can answer the fridge one. They actually make special locks you can put on the fridge handles to keep kids out. They’re like the safety latches you put on your cabinets and closet doors to keep the baby from getting into them. You can pick them up online at One Step Ahead or from a kids store like Baby’s R Us.

    Of course, if your husband is as non-mechanically inclined as mine, you’ll have to open the fridge for him every time he wants a snack. But that’s not such a bad thing if he has a weight control problem too! ;)

  • Ihavekidstoo

    Gloria, I can answer the fridge one. They actually make special locks you can put on the fridge handles to keep kids out. They’re like the safety latches you put on your cabinets and closet doors to keep the baby from getting into them. You can pick them up online at One Step Ahead or from a kids store like Baby’s R Us.

    Of course, if your husband is as non-mechanically inclined as mine, you’ll have to open the fridge for him every time he wants a snack. But that’s not such a bad thing if he has a weight control problem too! ;)

  • Angel

    IHKT: I tried the fridge lock thing. By the time my kids were two they could each open it anyway. Is there some brand of lock that I haven’t heard about yet? Also, I have a huge pantry that my son likes to go into and empty cereal and crackers (among other items) onto the floor. Is there a special lock for something like that? You have to keep in mind that he can climb and push chairs, so bolt and chain latches are no problem for him. I have actually thought about removing one of the old ‘skeleton’ lock mechanisms from one of the other doors in my house, and using it for the pantry. (I have keys for most of the skeleton locks in my house, and they seem to work well, but I don’t want to be without a door handle for one of the other doors, either.) Any ideas are welcome.

    @karen: your egg removal plan would be great if it was just one or two eggs, but this was 3 DOZEN – we had just returned from the grocery store with 2 (18 count) cartons of eggs. And he didn’t break them all in the same place….he spread them out over almost the entire surface area of my 8×16 foot kitchen rug. I think I’ll wait until my new steam cleaner is delivered, and hope it is not too late by then. And there’s always the dry cleaners if nothing else works. And if the dry cleaners doesn’t help, well, eventually we will find the money for a new rug..lol

  • Angel

    IHKT: I tried the fridge lock thing. By the time my kids were two they could each open it anyway. Is there some brand of lock that I haven’t heard about yet? Also, I have a huge pantry that my son likes to go into and empty cereal and crackers (among other items) onto the floor. Is there a special lock for something like that? You have to keep in mind that he can climb and push chairs, so bolt and chain latches are no problem for him. I have actually thought about removing one of the old ‘skeleton’ lock mechanisms from one of the other doors in my house, and using it for the pantry. (I have keys for most of the skeleton locks in my house, and they seem to work well, but I don’t want to be without a door handle for one of the other doors, either.) Any ideas are welcome.

    @karen: your egg removal plan would be great if it was just one or two eggs, but this was 3 DOZEN – we had just returned from the grocery store with 2 (18 count) cartons of eggs. And he didn’t break them all in the same place….he spread them out over almost the entire surface area of my 8×16 foot kitchen rug. I think I’ll wait until my new steam cleaner is delivered, and hope it is not too late by then. And there’s always the dry cleaners if nothing else works. And if the dry cleaners doesn’t help, well, eventually we will find the money for a new rug..lol

  • karen

    hey gloria, nice to meet you!!!! re: keeping little ones out of the fridge….
    there’s only a couple of sure fired ways that i’m aware of.
    1. purchase a large, heavy duty chain (like they use to tow cars). wrap it tightly around the fridge several time and secure with a huge key padlock.
    2. i know this one can be a bit of an inconvience but it really does work. turn the refridgerator around so it’s backwards…with the door facing the back wall. little ones usually aren’t strong enough to turn it back around. also, invest in a good heating pad because you’ll suffer numerous muscle spasms in your back from turning it around 40 times a day to get what you need….but by golly those eggs will be safe!!!!
    angel: you know what REALLY sucks???? when you think they only broke one or two eggs on the floor in the kitchen…only to find a week or so later that the God awful smell in your house was coming from the inside of their closet…where they broke the egg and hid it under a blanket. really stinks.
    now….why did i want 14 kids???? oh yeah….cause newborns are sooooo sweet and smell soooooo good.

  • karen

    hey gloria, nice to meet you!!!! re: keeping little ones out of the fridge….
    there’s only a couple of sure fired ways that i’m aware of.
    1. purchase a large, heavy duty chain (like they use to tow cars). wrap it tightly around the fridge several time and secure with a huge key padlock.
    2. i know this one can be a bit of an inconvience but it really does work. turn the refridgerator around so it’s backwards…with the door facing the back wall. little ones usually aren’t strong enough to turn it back around. also, invest in a good heating pad because you’ll suffer numerous muscle spasms in your back from turning it around 40 times a day to get what you need….but by golly those eggs will be safe!!!!
    angel: you know what REALLY sucks???? when you think they only broke one or two eggs on the floor in the kitchen…only to find a week or so later that the God awful smell in your house was coming from the inside of their closet…where they broke the egg and hid it under a blanket. really stinks.
    now….why did i want 14 kids???? oh yeah….cause newborns are sooooo sweet and smell soooooo good.

  • LIsa

    LOL Karen! You reminded me of a stinky story…I kept smelling something in the living room. Searched high and low. Thought it was the cat, or some human in the house, passing gas. Finally found it! A sippy cup with the most ungodly science experiment fermenting behind the couch! :)) Thank goodness it wasn’t the cat ;)

  • LIsa

    LOL Karen! You reminded me of a stinky story…I kept smelling something in the living room. Searched high and low. Thought it was the cat, or some human in the house, passing gas. Finally found it! A sippy cup with the most ungodly science experiment fermenting behind the couch! :)) Thank goodness it wasn’t the cat ;)

  • LIsa

    Hi, Gloria, and welcome. I lurked here for quite a while before I ever posted. Something about our love for children and disgust for those that would harm them has drawn us together, and I can honestly say that in the few months that I have been posting, I have stepped up my game and become a better mother to my children. I truly appreciate them even more and the God-given gift of being the carrier of life. I appreciate you all, and you all help me so much. God Bless you!

  • LIsa

    Hi, Gloria, and welcome. I lurked here for quite a while before I ever posted. Something about our love for children and disgust for those that would harm them has drawn us together, and I can honestly say that in the few months that I have been posting, I have stepped up my game and become a better mother to my children. I truly appreciate them even more and the God-given gift of being the carrier of life. I appreciate you all, and you all help me so much. God Bless you!

  • sfdude_2008

    That stupid bitch must’ve truly hated her son named Homer! There’s no excuse to beat your children! Lori Workman, you stupid mother, babies cry, children cry, teenagers cry…EVERYBODY CRIES!!!!!!!!!! I’m sorry that this poor baby had shit for a mother and I wish I was his mommy, so at least I’d hold him and hold him until he stops crying, so if you don’t want kids, DON’T EVER HAVE SEX. Keeping your legs shut at all times, not having sex at all and using protection do not necessarily need a diploma of any kind, that’s just common sense. I hope her unborn baby will immediately be adopted by a loving family right after being born. R.I.P. Homer, may God take care of you, little man.

  • sfdude_2008

    That stupid bitch must’ve truly hated her son named Homer! There’s no excuse to beat your children! Lori Workman, you stupid mother, babies cry, children cry, teenagers cry…EVERYBODY CRIES!!!!!!!!!! I’m sorry that this poor baby had shit for a mother and I wish I was his mommy, so at least I’d hold him and hold him until he stops crying, so if you don’t want kids, DON’T EVER HAVE SEX. Keeping your legs shut at all times, not having sex at all and using protection do not necessarily need a diploma of any kind, that’s just common sense. I hope her unborn baby will immediately be adopted by a loving family right after being born. R.I.P. Homer, may God take care of you, little man.

  • Angel

    Welcome, Gloria! It’s always good to have a new voice on here.

    And the fridge thing….well, at least if they’re in the fridge, they are staying out of the cleaning chemicals! I don’t know of anyone who keeps poisons or other toxic substances in a refrigerator, except maybe in a lab. I would much rather clean up eggs or milk, than find my child playing with bleach or wasp killer. It is vexing when it happens, but within a few hours (or sometimes days…) you can usually look back on it and say to yourself, “Now, THAT will be a really good story to tell the future boyfriends/spouses/grandkids!” LOL The computer destruction event in my house has already reached legendary status in our extended family; and my college-age daughter has told all of the girls in her scholarship dorm as well. They all hide their laptops when I bring the kids to visit her on campus….still. ;-D

  • Angel

    Welcome, Gloria! It’s always good to have a new voice on here.

    And the fridge thing….well, at least if they’re in the fridge, they are staying out of the cleaning chemicals! I don’t know of anyone who keeps poisons or other toxic substances in a refrigerator, except maybe in a lab. I would much rather clean up eggs or milk, than find my child playing with bleach or wasp killer. It is vexing when it happens, but within a few hours (or sometimes days…) you can usually look back on it and say to yourself, “Now, THAT will be a really good story to tell the future boyfriends/spouses/grandkids!” LOL The computer destruction event in my house has already reached legendary status in our extended family; and my college-age daughter has told all of the girls in her scholarship dorm as well. They all hide their laptops when I bring the kids to visit her on campus….still. ;-D

  • rawr

    So that’s why my mum keeps those pics. >.> And exactly on the 14 y/o part; I was mature (and hyper) enough at 8 that I watched my little bro (he was 6 at the time), cleaned the house and already have supper ready before my mum got home or one of our neighbors checked on us. You need to teach em alil responibility. ;P 
    I don’t have kids (i’m 17 so GOD NO) but I can feel the pain you mothers are feeling. (watched 3 straight hellins; there was paint on the couch, my oldest neice was covered in chocolate .___. and the youngest was irritating my bro) So BLESS ALL OF YOU!!! <3 I don't think i could take having that many kids lol.