Moms, they'll "cut you"...
Posted on 11/11/2016 8:07:20 AM PST by tekrat
A mom can only rage clean for so long before she eventually snaps.
When son, Nick, tried to walk into his living room this week, he was met with strict orders to stay out. "CLOSED" his mother's handwritten note read in all caps, taped at eye level so he daren't miss it. He took to Twitter for sympathy, posting a picture of his mom's note with the caption, "Okay how my mom just gonna close down the living room for a month??"
How Nick? Because she's your mom. And she said so.
(Excerpt) Read more at abc7.com ...
Even the dogs aren’t breaking the barrier. Pretty clear who the alpha in this pack is.
My grandmother had a living room that was only used at Christmas.....
Moms, they'll "cut you"...
I had a friend with a dining room that no one could go into.
But that is because her 7 Siamese cats had claimed it.
You just . . . didn’t.
As a kid growing up in The South, ‘Living Rooms’ were for adults.
Many of my schoolmates had homes that the living room was covered in plastic, until company came.
You were not allowed to play or even be in the living room except to pass thru on your way to somewhere else, and you dang sure didn’t have dirty shoes if you did!.................
Lost count at 25 for the number of media requests the kid typed ‘yes’ to on the twit link .. LOL
But every mom on the list will appreciate this thread.
The kid's looking for sympathy.
Growing up, the living room was always off limits to us kids, other than special occasions.
That Mom is teaching him a life lesson that should have been taught when he was 3 or 4. Better late than never.
****the living room was covered in plastic*****
Elderly neighbors had a gorgeous vaulted ceiling living room, tastefully decorated with a priceless collection of Asian sculpture & art. I honestly believe no-one ever spent more than 2 minutes in that room. They ‘lived’ in their dining room, sitting on the chairs to watch TV. Very mean spirited. Hated dogs and babies.
It was crazy.
My Mom(RIP) had a “club” of ladies who would meet every Thursday evening at each other’s homes for an evening of sewing and chatting. Since there were 10 ladies in the club, each woman’s home would only be used once every ten weeks. In every home except Kathy K’s, they would gather in the living room.
Kathy’s Living Room was french provincial with plastic covers and WHITE Wall-to-wall carpeting. The ladies met, crowded around the kitchen table, while the Living Room advertised its “Off Limits” status with a white velvet theater rope on two brass stands across the doorway.
I kid you not.
When I was 17 and my brother 13 we went to a summer pool party at the house of important business associates of my step-father. As we walked in the front door we looked to the left and saw a gigantic, immaculate living-room with white carpet and mostly white furniture. This was a beautiful and opulent house, which as I recall was the back yard neighbor to actor Lorn Green, who had horses grazing in his yard. It was beautiful. In contrast, as a military brat, our house was furnished by JC Penny, Sears and yard sales, with the occasional incredible piece from lands far and wide.
As we walked through the door, Mom froze and looked to the left at that white living-room, then at my brother and I, and then at the living-room. She turned to us and said in simple words and careful diction that carried the weight of every punishment known to man... “Don’t Go In There!” That was it... “Don’t Go In There!” I’ll never forget that moment. My loving and gentle mother had somehow said in a calm and loving manner, words that carried the weight of the most frightful drill sergeant that has ever walked the Earth. An outsider might never have picked up on the weight of her implied threat that bulged between the lines, but it was crystal clear to my brother and myself. Usually my brother and I found ourselves wanting to test her resolve, but not this time.
My brother and I looked at the living-room ourselves, took a quick mental cost-benefit analysis, and agreed with her 100%. The party was by the pool anyway. :) Over the years I have always gotten a chuckle out of thinking about that moment.
“Don’t Go In There!”
LOLOLOLOL. I think my mom should try something like this with my younger siblings....hehehehe
he is begging for fight friends.
The following is from a link about the livingroom blockage. It’s about a child who took matters into her own hands to help parents to remember to be responsible!
This is awesome!!
Here is just the vid:
https://youtu.be/nXgcV0c4AXw
And just what is the point of a living room that you can’t even use?
And I do believe you.
Her friends must have felt really special.
That’s funny.
I got the “church” look. She didn’t have to say a word. She was the sweetest woman on earth, but us kids knew the “church”
look.
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