Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table, he looks into his small bowl. It is empty.
“Who’s been eating my porridge?!!” he squeaks.
Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl, and it is also empty.
“Who’s been eating my Porridge?!!” he roars.
Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells, “For Christ’s sake, how many times do we have to go through this with you idiots?
It was Momma Bear who got up first;
It was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house;
It was Momma Bear who made the coffee;
It was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away;
It was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper;
It was Momma Bear who set the damn table;
It was Momma Bear who put the friggin dogs out, cleaned up the trash they dragged out, and filled the water and food dish.
So, now that you’ve decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear’s kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I’m only going to say this one more time:
I HAVEN’T MADE THE F******PORRIDGE YET!!”
One morning I was called to pick up my son
at the school nurse’s office.
When I walked through the main entrance,
I noticed a woman, curlers in her hair, wearing pajamas.
“Why are you dressed like that?” I asked her.
“I told my son,” she explained,
“that if he ever did anything to embarrass me,
I would embarrass him back.
He was caught cutting school.
So now I’ve come to spend the day with him!”
THE NEXT SURVIVOR SERIES
Six married men will be dropped with one car and 3 kids each for six weeks.
Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.
There is no fast food. Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of “pretend” bills with not enough money.
In addition, each man will have to budget in money for groceries each week. Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time. Each man must also take each child to a doctor’s appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment.
He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child to the Urgent Care (weekend, evening, on a holiday or right when they’re about to leave for vacation).
He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function.
Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times.
The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done. There is only one TV between them, and a remote with dead batteries.
Each father will be required to know all of the words to every stupid song that comes on TV and the name of each and every character on cartoons.
The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, which they will apply to themselves either while driving or making three lunches.
Each man will have to make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla and one marker; and get a 4 year old to eat a serving of peas.
Each man must adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep their nails polished and eyebrows groomed.
The men must try to get through each day without snot, spit-up or barf on their clothing.
During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties. They must try to explain what a tampon is for when the 6-year old boy finds it in the purse.
They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting.
He will need to read a book and then pray with the children each night without falling asleep, and then feed them, dress them, brush their teeth and comb their hair each morning by 7:00. They must leave the home with no food on their face or clothes.
A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information: each child’s birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size and doctor’s name. Also the child’s weight at birth, length, time of birth, and length of labor, each child’s favorite color, middle name, favorite snack, favorite song, favorite drink, favorite toy, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.
They must clean up after their sick children at 2:00 a.m. and then spend the remainder of the day tending to that child and waiting on them hand and foot until they are better. They must have a loving, age appropriate reply to, “You’re not the boss of me”.
The kids vote them off the island based on performance.
If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over and over again for the next 18-25 years eventually earning the right to be called Mother!