Crayola Who?

The crayon box had been overturned, and like fallen soldiers, the Crayolas were sprawled all over the floor.

I was picking up the ever popular Sky Blue, his head half worn down from repetitive use, when I hear some mumbling. Of course, I assumed it was the uppity Miss Raggedity. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to her non-stop complaining. However, when I glanced over to the toy shelf, I noticed she was snoring quietly, head on Andy’s shoulder.

I was shoving the seemingly unpopular Apricot Orange into the overstuffed box when I began to realize the voice was coming from the far corner of the room.

A Lime Green crayon was hopping up and down, waving her arms wildly, all the while tossing her complaints into the air.

“Not there! Not there!”she screeched.

On hands and knees, I crawled over to the little creature until she was right under my nose.

“Pardon me.” My voice had a bit of an edge to it.

“Everything is all wrong! You can’t just put it there! You just can’t!” She was near hysterics.

“Want to fill me in?” I was completely lost and my patience was running thin.

The Lime Green was getting red in the face as she began her colorful tirade.

“Everything’s out of order. Why, everyone knows the Evergreen doesn’t mix well with the Orange family. They haven’t spoken in years.”

“The Orange family?” I was beginning to get the picture. Just barely.

She continued. “And, don’t get me started on the Purples. You’ve put Violet on the far end, and Lavender and Fuchsia are nowhere near each other. In fact, the entire Purple family has been displaced!!”

I picked up that hysterical Lime Green and crawled back to the crayon box. I was Hell bent on lecturing the entire Crayola box about diversity and burying the hatchet when I heard another voice.

“There she is! Limey! Limey!” Rolling towards me was a rather worried looking Yellow Green. What resulted was a teary eyed reunion, a heartfelt apology and a long explanation about Limey’s lifelong battle with anxiety, paranoia and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

I lent a sympathetic ear.

Then, I placed the assorted shades of green together, lightest to darkest. Figured she could use the family support.

Then, I put the crayon box up high in a cupboard. Figured she could use a little time away.

Then, I poured myself a good stiff drink.

‘Cuz if I am still hearing crayons talk in the morning, I might need to dip into Miss Limey’s medication myself.

Ever had a day like that?

A Goopy Little Bug

A flu bug has taken up residence at our house.

A nasty, germy, little bug.

Green and scaly, he has been diligently toiling away, working hard to cast his evil, goopy spell.

And, now?

High fevers and seal like croupy coughs all around.

Not sure how he managed to get past my flu barriers. My Lysol and hand sanitizer arsenal is most impressive.

Some say he caught a ride on my two year old’s lovey. He most likely seized his opportunity during one of her grocery cart rides.

Others say my preschooler brought it home from school, joyriding on one of her art projects.

Fingers have pointed at hubs. Lots of germs in office cubicles and Starbucks coffee houses.

Of course, it could have piggy backed on one of our library books. Lord knows the crowd at the library has been looking a bit sniffly lately.

Somehow, somewhere, there was a hole in our defense and the little buggy fella crept right in.

So far, he’s knocked out half the family. With all of the nightly coughing and hacking, I am teetering on the edge of wellness myself.

Looks like he can claim this house as another win. I think it’s time that cocky little beastie departs. And, soon. But, I hope he doesn’t boast about his easy win to his slimy pals.

‘Cuz we’re not going down so easy a second time.

As a matter of fact, that little bugger better watch his back.

That little rascal really cocked my pistol. And, this is one pissy Mamma hot for revenge.

Potty Whore

“Come on! Give it to me, Baby!”

“Come to Pappa!”

“Give it up, little lassie!”

The shocking words were emanating from the bathroom. Earlier, a toy had become lodged in the commode, resulting in a bit of a ….situation. Hubs was the first to go in equipped with a plunger, snake and a bucket. The rest of us could only listen to the resulting rodeo.

“Gosh dab durn it!”

“…Give it to me, Wild Pony!!”

“Take that, Potty Whore.”

Curious, I snuck a peek. He was hunched over, firmly tugging on a plunger, boot atop the pot, giving it his all. The tug of war was brutal. The pot seemed to have the home team advantage. It firmly stood its ground, calm and confidently poised in the middle of the powder room.

The sweat poured as his red face contorted with anger and creative utterances filled the air.

“Gonna buy Pappa a new pair of shoes!”

My husband was clearly the underdog, twisting and writhing around as he put all he had into the fight. Grateful my hunky hero had come to my rescue and happy to be on the sidelines, I nonetheless felt a bit helpless. I stood aside as the battle ensued allowing my worry to get the better of me.

“You want a piece of me??!” he hollered.

Clearly, this was what the potty wanted. A piece of him. She was holding her ground, not about to give an inch.

Finally, hubs stood, wiping the sweat from his brow. Turning to me he said, “Gotta let it sit awhile. Let her stew in it a bit.”

He retreated, boots stomping loudly. And I was left with a wet floor, a befelled plunger and a rather smug looking toilet.

The battle may have been lost, my potty friend. But, we will win the war.

Indeed.

I think it’s time a woman takes the wheel. Step aside.

*Author’s Note….Much apologies for using the crude “w” word. But, as you know, we only report the truth here on Mamma Talk. No editing, just a brutal dose of reality….Now pardon me, I’ve got some laundry fairies that need some wrangling….

The Doctor Will See You Now...

“Don’t worry. I fix you.”

The contents of the toy doctor’s kit was scattered across the playroom floor.

My two year old was performing a thorough medical exam on an unsuspecting teddy bear with a torn ear. The poor creature had been pinned down, throttled, gagged and bound….Ah……bandaged, rather….

His temperature had been taken. His reflexes checked. His ears probed. His eyes poked.

The violations hadn’t stopped there.

A complete dental cleaning and an ear exam were thrown in, compliments of the house.

In the end, that bear was given a lollipop and a balloon and was sent on his way.

He seemed happy with the services rendered. Sure, he walked a bit bow legged as he made his descent down the stairs. I thought I heard some light wincing as he re-joined the other bears on the shelf. And there may have been a slight grumble about the torn ear that didn’t really get fixed….

But, I am pretty sure he gave the thumbs up to the furry bunny as it was dragged into the exam room by its ear.

Now, if we could just talk Raggedy Ann out of her tree…Seems my little Doctor heard Miss Raggedy complain of a migraine earlier…

Anybody seen that redhead around anywhere?

To Kiss Her Fella...

My toddler was dressed to the nines. She had been rummaging through her Princess dress up bin and had come up for air bedazzled, bejeweled and bedecked.

Rhinestone earrings sparkled from her ears. A satin gown cascaded to the floor. A crown rested eschew a top her head. And her feathery purple plastic heels flopped haphazardly with each step.

The glamour. The pizzazz. The glittery, shimmery elegance. Pure class.

It absolutely took my breath away.

Her mood matched her attire as she broke into song.

“Cinderella, dressed in yella…Went upstairs to kiss her fella…”

Up the stairs she went, boa bouncing behind in her wake.

Apparently, she meant business.

Think a little parental chaperoning is needed in the upstairs playroom?

Ah………Be right back!!

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