EPISODE 24, AKA “Oh God, Wait Until Your Father Gets Home”
CAST:
HENRY: devilish toddler with a penchant for shenanigans.
ALLIE: cranky youngster on a Valentine sugar high
LESLIE: exhausted, frumpy, loopy, highly volatile mom on the verge of explosion.
SHOW SYNOPSIS: Watch this episode of RS’s Boiling Point as Henry and Allie push their mother to the edge. Again. The scene opens at Allie’s preschool. As rain strikes down, providing muddy pools o’ fun for Henry, dozens of mothers, perfectly coifed and manicured, line up to pick up their children from class. Henry has a new umbrella which sets the stage for poked eyes, errant splashing, and random tantrums.
Watch as the fun continues at home when Henry refuses to come into the house. Watch him run circles in the driveway, only to collapse into a heap right in the middle of a fresh puddle of water! And what will Leslie do when Henry shoves his hand down his pants to reveal a hand covered in poo? The gags and laughter are non-stop in this episode.
OTHER EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS INCLUDE:
• Guffaw as Leslie frantically apologizes to other mothers for her son’s antics:
L: “Sorry there. (he he) I know your LV purse is new and all, but my son, my son.....”
Other Mother:“Excuse me, isn’t that your son over there? (points to Henry running across the muddy field)
L: (horrified, but laughs softly) “Ha ha.....er..... ‘HENRY GET BACK HERE NOW!’”
• Watch as Leslie tries to decipher the unrelenting, desperate pleas of her three year old.
H: “Umbrewa, Mama, umbrewa!”
L: “Here you go, Henry...”
H: “No, Mama, Noooooo! Um-bre-wa!”
L: “Do you want me to fold it up?”
H: “Uh huh....”
(Leslie begins folding....)
H: “No Mama, Nooooooo! NO umbrewa!” (shoves umbrella; it drops into the mud)
L and H: “WAAAAAAAA”
• You’ll (continue to) thank God you’re not Leslie when:
- Alison's freshly crafted Valentines fall into a puddle of rain.
- Alison says, "Mama your tummy is getting real, real big.....kinda like a whale"
- Henry showers the living room floor with three boxes of candy hearts (just after Leslie's swept the floor)
- a loud shatter comes from Henry's room (two broken bowls)
- Henry grabs his sister's candy and then throws it under the couch, rendering it "unreachable"
- As Leslie moves the couch to retrieve candy, Henry spanks Leslie's butt with his toy car.
And finally, watch as the episode wraps up:
Leslie calls Hank at work, scaring him to death.
L: "Hi uh.....I'm having a really bad day, and...... (voice goes up several octaves) ....Henry broke a.... (sob sob sob) ......and then candy hearts .... (full-blown wailing) ........"
H: ".....I'm coming home...."
L: "No don't (sob) come home . . . and then I was a whale....."
*****
Yep, so that was my day yesterday. It's all rather funny now that I look back on the chain of shenanigans. But when I'm in the moment, I feel like a tea kettle on boil!
Oh Violet . . . Anne . . . , please tell me these little boys grow up to be gentlemen. They do, right?







Oh you poor dear! I don't have children, but am on the scene quite regularly in my single sister in law's life with a 3 & 4 yr. old. It seems like this kind of thing happens all of the time!
Yes...they MUST grow up to be gentlemen...I mean, right?
LOL & great big HUGS!
Posted by: jes | February 12, 2005 at 05:09 PM
oh leslie! what a day you had!! when those come around they hit you like a ton of bricks dont they?? im so glad you shared though, it helps us moms feel better to know taht we arent alone when our babies arent angels all the time. i hope you are feeling better! dont worry, henry will turn into a sweet sweet man who loves his mother dearly!
Posted by: hannah | February 12, 2005 at 06:23 PM
Love your weepy rain illo.
That Henry, he's quite the rascal!
It's a really good show of character when you can laugh about a terrible day...I mean...what else can you do?!
Posted by: Kathleen | February 12, 2005 at 06:54 PM
Oh no! So sorry to hear about your no fun of a day! Here's to a better weekend! :)
Posted by: Joleen | February 12, 2005 at 07:27 PM
Yes, they do indeed grow up and become amazingly civilized human beings... eventually. Just think of it this way... he will always be aware of how much you KNOW about his exploits as a small child. This makes for excellent blackmail material in later years.
Oh, and your retelling of the day's adventures is hilarious. I laughed! I cried!
Hugs!
Posted by: jenny b | February 12, 2005 at 08:10 PM
"hand covered in poo."
I'm out.
Posted by: justJENN | February 12, 2005 at 09:40 PM
Sorry you had such a rough day Leslie! I've had my share of those kind of days and it's not easy, especially being pregnant. You definitely deserve some quiet "me" time and I'll bet they make up for it on Valentine's Day anyway ;)
Posted by: Cassi | February 12, 2005 at 10:31 PM
OOoooh makes me fetal from across the planet. Well told and amusing for us, thanks :)
Posted by: Nicole | February 13, 2005 at 12:48 AM
I think there should at least be one day a week when we celebrate "mommy needs a break day" a hand full of poop - candy hearts all over the floor, mud, rain, be called a whale? I love how you captured it all in your cute illo :o) Tried the eyedropper yet?
Posted by: Yvonne | February 13, 2005 at 02:30 AM
Hi,
I'm sorry about your day. My Henry (who is called Robin) is 1 month from turning 10 and (issues of not being perfect aside) is growing into the kindest, gentlest young man around.
Henry will grow up and love you for putting up with him, laugh with you (with his embarrassed face) when you tell him about his childhood, and be wonderful.
Posted by: Kate | February 13, 2005 at 05:44 AM
Hi,
I'm sorry about your day. My Henry (who is called Robin) is 1 month from turning 10 and (issues of not being perfect aside) is growing into the kindest, gentlest young man around.
Henry will grow up and love you for putting up with him, laugh with you (with his embarrassed face) when you tell him about his childhood, and be wonderful.
Posted by: Kate | February 13, 2005 at 05:44 AM
Oeff.. sounds like one of those really rough days. Luckely they also invented days filled with warm cuddles, lovely smiles and sweet words to make days like these soon to be forgotten!
Posted by: Marieke | February 13, 2005 at 01:02 PM
Aw, what a day! But just think of all the wonderful days you have with them in your life! That more than makes up for it!
Posted by: thesoulofhope | February 13, 2005 at 04:18 PM
Oh, Leslie! What a bad, bad day. When you find out whether little wild boys grow up to be gentlemen, please pass the information on to me. I am patiently awaiting a "calm" period. I won't hold my breath, though...
Posted by: Charla | February 13, 2005 at 06:16 PM
Leslie! What a bad (yet funnny) day! What's even funnier to me is I have actually experienced the poopy hand episode firsthand. It was NOT funny then, but I definitely chuckle about it now.
Boys definitely grow up to be gentlemen... and you will be moved to tears when you realize you are witnessing the formation of a man right before your very eyes. In a few years Henry will do the things my son does now... hold the door open for you... help you carry the groceries in when you didn't ask, and least expect it, and on top of that, stand there waiting for you so you don't walk in alone. :) I'm going to hug my son now!
Posted by: Anne | February 13, 2005 at 07:02 PM
Oh dearie dearie me. I am so sorry you had one of *those* days, Leslie! Because I am sans kids currently, I have not advice, just a bit of chin-up because you will always have these memories (and you can use them when Henry introduces you to his girlfriends...).
Take care, you. Big hugs, hope the week arcs upward for you. =}
Posted by: Giao | February 13, 2005 at 08:12 PM
What a sad yet funny post miss Leslie!
I caught myself laughing as i read and then realized that it could be me some time very soon running after my little one down the driveway....AHHHHHH.
But then I read the comments and it sounds like it is survivable and even fun to look back on when they are older. Thanks for the great story!
Posted by: Rachel | February 13, 2005 at 08:14 PM
eh, that day sounds scary. at least you made it through. and yes, Henry will get better...he has to. :)
Posted by: erika | February 14, 2005 at 05:39 AM
I can certainly empathize with you especially since my youngest is a three yr. old little boy who relentessly bothers our dog and gets into some interesting situations from time to time. On the other end of the spectrum, I have a 16 yr old who will be 17 in June. He is a thoughtful and wonderful young man who cried the day he held his little brother for the first time. So it does get better.
Posted by: Enid | February 14, 2005 at 07:29 AM
Ack... when it rains it pours! Someday you'll look back at this day and laugh, I promise.
I'm sure it will only get easier when there are 3! ;) Your story totally reminded me of Lynette from Desperate Housewives and her crazy kids.
Hope today is a little more sane!
Posted by: alexis | February 14, 2005 at 08:29 AM
Some days... It is good to know that your sweetie was quick to respond though, saying he'd be right there. Good choice with that one.
I think everyone is right- at least you will have some good material to embarrass them with later! ;)
Posted by: frecklegirl | February 14, 2005 at 10:51 AM
Oh you have no idea how I needed to hear that. Some days I swear I am the only one who cant seem to reign in the little mingnons.Its always a comfort to know you are not alone! And Im sure you dont look like a whale.
Posted by: mo | February 14, 2005 at 01:55 PM
At least you'll have lots of embarrassing blog posts to show his girlfriends when he's a teenager. :)
Posted by: Marilyn | February 14, 2005 at 02:37 PM
I can assure you that, if you continue to insist on good behavior, they will learn it. Consistency and patience, these are the tools of a good mother. I know it seems as if this will take forever, but the time will actually go alot faster than you think. And then they will be 17 and 20, like my boys, and they will be wonderful, charming young men that you really LIKE and respect and you will see that it was all worth it.
Hang in there.
Posted by: violetismycolor | February 14, 2005 at 07:42 PM
Oh.....this is too much. I was sucked into the mire (because you wrote it so well). And now I need some sniffing salts. Maybe a scotch on the rocks after...
Leslie, you should be awarded some kind of medal...I had only one son and he was more than I could handle at times!
Posted by: rowena | February 15, 2005 at 02:36 AM