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I Guarantee My Summer Break Sucks Worse Than Yours – A guest post by Ma Ingalls

June 14, 2015 · 9 Comments

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Ah, summertime!  Three months of sun, sand and surf.  A hiatus from the rigorous school year schedules as we relax and recharge.  Unless, of course you’re this girl.  Then it’s just another day in hell.

A typical summer morning involves me waking up to four little girls and a disgusting beast of a man in my one room shanty.  And I’m not using that word in a melodramatic, guttersnipe sort of way.  It’s a legit, straight up shanty.  I can see wild animals trying to get inside to eat us through the gaps in the boards.  And because we’re only one small step up from sleeping in a tree, summertime means it’s hot as fuck in here.  I have one dress and it smells like smoldering balls.  I can’t escape myself.  All six of us share bath water and guess who’s last to step in that nasty ass shit.

I can’t even.

And one room… well… let’s just say that *somebody* is going to need therapy when they realize what they’ve born witness to all these nights *points at kids*.

Speaking of, being as they can’t really venture far from the shanty because of the wild animals and getting lost in the wilderness and such, and we live in BFE so play dates are out of the question, my kids are up my ass.  I don’t have time to mess with them because I have to MAKE CLOTHES and my stove keeps throwing fireballs across the room and dinner takes me about a week and a half.  There are only so many ways you can serve up beans and rabbit when your only options for flavoring are lard, amiright?

Anyhoo, all this means I have to get creative when it comes to entertaining my kids.  The other day I almost lost it so I just grabbed the first thing I saw – a pig bladder.  A PIG BLADDER!  I thought they would be all “GROSS!” but they batted it around for like an hour so I could get back to cooking my lard beans in peace.  LMAO!

Workin' (it!) LOL!

Workin’ (it!) LOL!

Oh, and get this – fucking Mary went blind.  Though she’s such a straight up little bitch I wouldn’t be surprised if she was faking the whole thing to get out of sweeping the dirt floor then dusting everything in the shanty in what I promise you is the ultimate of vicious cycles.  Tomorrow morning I’m totally not stamping out the stove fire balls and see if I can call her bluff.  Blind, my ass.

You know what’s awesome?  Not walking ten miles when I want a bottle of wine.  Also tampons.  And wiping.

I don’t know about you, but some days I just want to lock myself in the outhouse to have a moment of peace.  But they find me.  They always find me.  I can’t escape their whiney little voices.

“Ma!  The baby is getting attacked by a badger!”

“Ma!  The grasshoppers are eating all our crops!”

“Ma!  Mary’s bliiiinnddd!”

And where is Pa for all this? Don’t even get me started.  I am like 99% sure he’s bipolar.  “Sure!  It sounds like a great idea so sell everything we own and go on a two month road trip.  In a wagon.  With four kids to the middle of the untamed prairie, where, if we don’t get eaten by wolves, we’ll be welcomed by a few hundred Indians with open hatchets.”

What a dick move.  My God… make a decision on where you want to live and quit dragging us all over tarnation.  But what can I say?  Legally I just have to smile and go with the flow.

God, I wish I could vote.

No, like you, I just keep powering through each summer day knowing that winter is right around the corner.  Which, now that I think about it, may be the only thing worse than summer.

Okay, gotta fly – the house is on fire again.

Ingalls – OUT!

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  1. Morgan @ Rookie Mommy says

    June 14, 2015 at 3:46 pm

    “fucking Mary went blind.” Bahahaha. Guess I’ll stop bitching about the fact that my AC is blowing too cold. I could be dealing with badgers attacking my baby. Sorry, Ma.

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  2. Rita Templeton says

    June 15, 2015 at 1:59 pm

    Ma is a bad-ass bitch. Even if she does smell like smoldering balls and lard.

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  3. ROSE says

    June 15, 2015 at 3:27 pm

    This has got to be the funniest thing I have ever read! As a huge fan of the books growing up, I’m now looking at them from Ma’s perspective.

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  4. SASSYPIEHOLE (@sassypiehole) says

    June 15, 2015 at 9:04 pm

    Who knew that Ma Ingalls had such a fiery tongue?! ROFLMFAO – BRILLIANT!

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  5. Stephanie says

    June 16, 2015 at 1:56 am

    I love little house on the prairie. I think you just let us know what Ma really wanted to say..but being the good wife, she stayed quiet. I am Cherokee….look we weren’t mad at the settlers…we were just pissed they made us walk all this way from our own homes….

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    • Sarah says

      June 19, 2015 at 3:48 am

      Whoa you were there??

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  6. Laura says

    June 16, 2015 at 8:55 am

    Best. Thing. I have read all week. I am a huge fan of LHOP this is spot on hilarious!!!

    Reply
  7. Mama Fry says

    June 17, 2015 at 7:59 am

    But if you’re really good, you might get a new tin cup or an orange in your Christmas stocking!

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  8. Holly says

    June 21, 2015 at 4:36 pm

    Stinkin’ hilarious. I love Little House, and I’ve often wondered what Ma must have smoked to keep her going through hell and high water (no joke)! I’ve read this post a few times, each time as funny as the first. 😉

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