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[rivka]

Colin: "Waaah! I want Mommy! I want Mommy! No Mommy drink tea - Mommy carry boy! No wipe my nose! Waaah! I want see-sees! More see-sees! Waaah!"

Alex: "You'd better take MY temperature, because if one kid in a family is sick, the other one's going to get sick. Take MY temperature FIRST. I want to sit on your lap. You make me feel like you love Colin more than you love me."

Rivka: contemplates joining childfree or seeking a transfer to a remote research station north of the Arctic Circle.

I feel much better physically, today, but nevertheless I am not having much fun.

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[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

Oh dear.

[mme-hardy.livejournal.com]

Wrap 'em in duct tape and tie 'em to the roof rack.

Okay, just think about it.

Are they at the age to get jokes yet? I used to tell mine I was going to wrap them up and leave them at the curb for the dinosaurs. I also routinely threatened to turn them into a newt, which made them giggle. Boy, were they surprised when they watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail the first time.

The point being, joke-threats are a great way to let off steam.

[chargirlgenius.livejournal.com]

I sympathize on all, but especially on the 5 going on 13 thing. Oh, dear God.

[shandra.livejournal.com]

And suddenly we discover that contrary to the impression left by 19th and early 20th century literature, people didn't send the healthy children to relatives during the measles and TB and so on to keep them healthy...it was to get them out of the house.

[oursin.livejournal.com]

I'm now reminded of the poem Katy writes in the game 'Word and Question' in What Katy Did At School:
The word was "Measles," and the question, "Who was the grandmother of Invention?" These were the lines:—

The night was horribly dark,
The measles broke out in the Ark:
Little Japher, and Shem, and all the young Hams,
Were screaming at once for potatoes and clams.
And "What shall I do," said poor Mrs. Noah,
"All alone by myself in this terrible shower:
I know what I'll do: I'll step down in the hold,
And wake up a lioness grim and old,
And tie her close to the children's door,
And giver her a ginger-cake to roar
At the top of her voice for an hour or more;
And I'll tell the children to cease their din,
Or I'll let that grim old party in,
To stop their squeazles and likewise their measles."—
She practised this with the greatest success.
She was every one's grandmother, I guess.

[singinglark.livejournal.com]

Kids can be utterly dreadful sometimes, can't they?

[moobabe.livejournal.com]

You make me feel like you love Colin more than you love me.

Wow, she's a master. ;)

[wcg.livejournal.com]

Dear Alex,

A tip from one oldest child to another: That bit about "you love him more than me?" It never works. Also, you know it's not true.

I know you don't feel good, but illness isn't an excuse for acting badly.

Love,

Uncle Bill

[ailbhe]

Hah. Give her some paper and a pen to write a formal letter of complaint.

[acceberskoorb.livejournal.com]

Is now a good time to remind her of her articulated feelings about Mom v. Dad and send her packing up to Dad's office?

[johnpalmer.livejournal.com]

Sigh. I wish I lived close enough, and your children saw me as a caretaker, so I could zip in to grant you a brief respite.

[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

Me too!

[ororo.livejournal.com]

Just remember what happened to Miles Vorkosigan when he transferred to a climate like the arctic. You may be better off than you think. ;)

[ricevermicelli.livejournal.com]

Oh, for a nice quiet week at an Actic research station! Or a month - I can't imagine a week would feel like enough. Someone mentioned Miles V, and I'm reminded of Ekaterin's thought's on solitary confinement: "No one could get *at* you."

I could research popular television on Hulu, bestselling novels on Kindle, sock knitting, and how it feels not to argue with anyone about eating their oatmeal for days and days and days.

[marydell.livejournal.com]

*hugs*