What The Hell Wednesday

Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?

Elle

Today is the first day of school and I couldn’t J-Man to bed for anything. He kept insisting he wasn’t tired and he couldn’t sleep. The not being able to fall asleep wasn’t helped by the fact my husband was downstairs playing his electronic drums. He doesn’t think it’s loud since it’s only tapping. What The Hell??!! It’s right downstairs and it’s not just tapping!!! So I moved J-Man into our bed since it’s the farthest bedroom away from the tapping and he finally fell asleep.

I’m soooooo afraid that I have ruined J-Man’s first day back to school and ruined his life forever. What The Hell??!! The problem is he doesn’t like to eat most foods. So anytime I get him to try something new I’m thrilled. Yesterday I bought him some Fiber One bars thinking they would be helpful since the kid gets basically no fiber. He tried one of the Chocolate Chip Mocha and he loved it. A little bit later he asked for another so I gave it to him. Then, as I was making dinner, it hit me. I gave that kid two Fiber One bars the day before school starts! OMG!!! What The Hell??!! After he went to bed I was trying to convince myself that it couldn’t be that bad. Right? Wrong! I Googled “do Fiber One bars work?” and apparently they do, in a really big, bad way!I really don’t want J-Man to be remembered as the boy who crapped his pants on the first day of 4th grade. How will he ever live that down? Seriously, you never forget the paste-eater, the kid who threw up in the middle of class and the kid who craps his pants. I better start saving up for the years of therapy he’s going to need after today.

 Stacy

Wow, I don’t think I can compete with Elle’s WTH‘s!!  Over the weekend we went miniture golfing.  After we were done, the boys played the arcades and got tickets for cheap crap.  Thing 1 got a “shocking pen”.  He tried it out and jumped.  He then asked his brother to touch the pen.  He did, yelled and jumped.  He did it to his Dad after, and he pushed it and jumped.  Then he turned and asked me to touch the pen.  NO!  What the Hell???  The three of them pushed the pen over and over again, yelling and jumping.  What the hell is wrong with boys?  They all knew it would shock them, and yet they kept pushing it.  There was no way in hell I was touching that pen, and I still haven’t.  Tonight Thing 1 was doing his homework, and I looked over and he was shocking his tongue…..Seriously!

At the beach this weekend I went into the restroom.  When I came out of the stall I was face to face with a girl who had waaaaaay too much make up on.  It surprised me so much I actually said, “Whoa” out loud!  What the Hell?  It was hot, humid, and hello, it’s the beach!!!  She looked ridiculous!  Maybe she was able to hook up with the Jersey Shore look a likes in their white sunglasses.  That reminds me: Note to any men reading this:  Don’t buy white sunglasses, you just look stupid.

Tonight Thing 2 brought home a permission slip for him to participate in a research study about math at school.  What the Hell???  First, he doesn’t get compensated, second they pull him out of class for it, third he hates math, fourth he already has to be pulled out for extra help because he has an I.E.P., and lastly it’s just more tests for him to take.   I’m all for trying to help schools try out new programs, but really, my son has enough stuff to deal with without having to take more tests!