Woulda Coulda Shoulda

Introducing....

A new thing. Its a great thing. It's called

It was an idea with my cool gal pal from Mothers Hideaway. She's a genius! Here is how it works.
Ever wish your 'Woulda, Coulda, or Shoulda' did or said something different than what you actually did? Well, it's easy! Just post something come Friday/weekend-ish time, then link up on the linky below, and BOOM! You're in the cool club. Just like that.And we won't peer pressure you into illegal drugs. Isn't that awesome!

Easy and Delicious.

The meme is delicious. Not the illegal drugs.

Everything is Delicious to Big Mama. That's how I roll.

My post is I shoulda used a mute button. Let me line out the day's events for ya.
Pick up my kids from school. Greet them, ask them if they had any fruits or veggies for lunch, complain about the Pop Tarts and Chocolate Milk for breakfast (Healthy School Meals... WHERE??) Then proceed to pull the Hot Mini Van out of the school lot and on home.

"Mom! Let's get an Ice Cream Cone! PUH-leeeese??!!"

"No. You get your after school treat after chores." I am standing my ground.

"We'll do our chores the second we get home! We promise!"

"Yeah, I know that trick! No way am I falling for it!" Still standing my ground.

"But it's so hot and I am soooooo hungry!!"

I do remember that totally empty hungry feeling after school. I thought I was going to die. My ground was getting a little shaky.

"But Mom! I am gonna die! It hurts so much. I won't make it!"

"You promise to do your chores? Right away?? I don't want to hound you! I mean it girls! I will never, NEVER buy an ice cream cone again if you don't do your chores without all the drama!" That's a lie. Big Mama loves ice cream cones. The kid's vanilla ice cream cone is only 240 calories. Not everyday mind you, but yeah. I like em. I'll admit.

The next thing I realize, I'm ordering four small ice cream cones and headed home.

Big Mama is a Mush. A 240 calorie vanilla mush.

"Okay! A deal is a deal! Chores! Let's get it done and have fun!" which is funny that I say that because as you will find out, it never gets done, and is hardly any fun.

"But Mom, I am so tired...I have to do homework...I did this chore yesterday...Why do I have to do more than her...Why can't she do any chores...Why do I have to pick this up...?

I knew it! This is where I get JACK SQUAT!!

My replies aren't so gracious or reverent. "Why did I have to birth you...Why does Daddy work so hard to buy you stuff...Why isn't Santa coming this year...Why do I have to drive the fat mom mini-van all over town carting you around..." I love the Santa one cuz there tuning me out until I mention him.


This is where Big Mama goes into freak out mode. Where I need a mute button. But, even a mute button doesn't mute Big Mama. Ask Mr. Big Mama Bristol. It's true.

I shoulda followed my gut. No Ice Cream!

I woulda just said No and Came home and cracked the slave driving whip wooden spoon without the treats!

I could have gotten myself an ice cream, and ate it in front of them. That would have been a great story.

Yeah. Coulda, shoulda, woulda.

What is your woulda coulda shoulda story? Please link up and share!! Lots of fun.