Oh yes I did! I found myself pulling over on the side of the Highway because my kids were outta control! (I swore that I would never do that...and I lasted four years, doesn't that count for anything?!)
Resuming our drive home, I realized that the $20 bill I had on my lap was no longer on my lap. (so what if I was still in pajamas and had no pockets?) Looking frantically around, I had somehow forgotten about the pull-over-get-out-of-the-van-and-*beat*-the-kids-into-submission-ordeal until several miles later.
Then it dawned on me. I was being punished for turning into my mother.
[insert "stare intently with a scowl on my face until they calm down" *here*]
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Thanks, Lady luck. I'm glad to know that *someone* (ah-hem) appreciates my blog!
ReplyDeleteand for the record, it was my dad that always "pulled over", but I couldn't say that I had turned into my father and not have the blogworld wonder if I was suffering from gender confusion.
i say that to my dog when she's being bad... but i don't think it scares her.
ReplyDelete"ooo! you're going to pull over? does that mean I can get out and pee/poo/run/play fetch?"
My Husband has had to use that line a few times. He only had to do it once and it scared the crap out of them. Now all you have to do is tap the brakes and they straighten right up.
ReplyDeleteNothing wrong with a little pulling the car over to beat, I mean, discipline the kiddos til they straighten up their act.
ReplyDeleteWe've been known to do that and there is a reason my parents did it. It worked.
lossing $20 bucks, my husband beating the kids, boy I miss all the good stuff when I work
ReplyDeleteMidwest Hick...if you haven't gone out in public in your jammies, then you haven't lived, my son. You.have.not.lived.
ReplyDeletein fact, dad, I still get palpitations every time Nate puts the brakes on...
ReplyDelete(the same feeling I get whenever I hear mom's wooden spoons drawer open)