Comments on: Death by candy wrappers

By: Marisa

Marisa — Fri, 25 Nov 2005 03:11:33 +0000

Well I guess you did break her in a little for me. I remember when I came home from school one day only to find “Mommie Dearest” standing in the middle of the driveway awaiting my return. This being only 2 days after Daddy caught me smoking I knew I was in for some real trouble. I wasn’t even allowed to see the “crime scene”. I was instead directed to a “holding cell” (otherwise known as a chair at the kitchen table) and instructed not to move until my father came home.
Of course this had to all happen on a night where Daddy was working late! So about 4 hours later he finally walks in the door with a face more angry than I had ever seen in my life! Apparently he had sent Mommy into my room to search for the evidence. She must have received a new and improved mom-radar the previous Christmas, because instead of raking everything into the middle of the floor it seemed as though she knew exactly where to look for everything. They had the evidence all lined up in front of me. There was no getting out of this one, even if i denied that the lunchbox thermos found under my bed was filled with fermented Jack Daniels. (Daddy threatened to take it to the lab for testing, so I fessed up.)
This is why I associate the word “grounded” with my entire high school existence.

By: idgie

idgie — Tue, 08 Nov 2005 14:23:40 +0000

I was lucky…. my parents were rather slobs themselves, so there was no “clean your room” pressure.

But… there was the time Mom found the Playgirl magazine…………..

By: Ivy

Ivy — Sun, 06 Nov 2005 05:32:12 +0000

Well…. on the flip side of the coin… you could have a mother like mine who just made me shut the door so she wouldn’t have to see my room. However, instead of candy wrappers under the bed, I had empty beer cans stashed up under the ceiling tiles. hmmmmm. oh well, we both turned out FINE, didn’t we?

By: Jamie Dawn

Jamie Dawn — Sun, 06 Nov 2005 03:28:59 +0000

Your mom is one tough cookie!
When she said no eating in your room, she obviously meant it.
My son has a collection of partially drunk water bottles strewn throughout his room, as well as tell-tale crumbs of what used to be food. It’s obvious I don’t have that rule.
When my kids are told to clean their rooms, they do a good job, so I’m okay with it.

By: Lois Lane

Lois Lane — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 19:39:25 +0000

Tough lesson learned! Haha! My mom did the same many times, I just never seemed to “get it”
Have A great weekend!
Lois Lane

By: FTS

FTS — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 19:21:22 +0000

That’s a pretty drastic way of making a point. Effective, but extreme. LOL

By: Mona

Mona — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 02:58:28 +0000

Well, your mom DID spend a lot of time, energy, effort, sweat, and pissed-offness in that room…so, maybe you got the better of her when she found NOTHING else!

What a story, Monique!

By: Mike

Mike — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 02:23:23 +0000

Yikes!

By: Monique

Monique — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 01:30:04 +0000

Rats! I hate it when I find typos AFTER people have been here leaving me comments! Typos fixed. At least the ones I spotted.

Paul: thanks for compliment.

TLP: I’d have said my mom would never do such a thing either, except I’m here to tell you it really happened. I learned my lesson though and in retrospect it makes a great story.

By: tanlucypez

tanlucypez — Sat, 05 Nov 2005 00:05:13 +0000

Whoa! My real name isn’t Lucy. One of my daughters picked that as a blog name for me because I’m a fuss butt about having a clean house. (Like Lucy in Peanuts is a fussy person.) But, boy, I NEVER would have done what your mom did!

Of course, that’s because I wouldn’t have trusted anyone to clean it up but me.