My Humps

This is apparently the favourite song of all three kids I'm working with

BLACK EYED PEAS- "My Humps"

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these icies.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t taken
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps [x3]
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.

She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.


yeah. Did I mention they're 4 1/2, 3, and 1 1/2 ? And that we listen to the song about once a day whilst travelling in the car....
Yesterday and today weren't too bad, with no major fights. And today only had one crying scene. Its much easier to say nice things to the kids and praise them for doing things well when they're not screaming.
I'll even tell you one story: The Mum decided she wanted to race in to National Bank Riccarton, but there were no carparks, so she parked in front of the doors, blocking about 6 cars from exiting (if their owners came out of the bank) and said to me "you'll move it if anyone comes along, wont you Chelle?"
So I'm sitting there in the back seat and a middle-aged guy walks out of the bank doors and stands looking flabberghasted at the beastly car blocking his. I signal to him and work out which car is his, jump in the drivers seat and try to move the car. The whole time the 3 year old is screaming because she wanted to go into the bank with mummy, and I'm yelling at her to be quiet because things are a little stressful and i know she's only doing it to be annoying. (eg - if i cry i'll get my own way) (sadly their mother has trained them to act this way) I managed to reverse, while another car waiting behind me also reverses. I wait while the man leaves in his car, then try and work out where I'm going to go. I pull forward and decide to go into his park. Then realise i'll never fit, so i reverse again. Two cars have to reverse so that I can go back again. I decide to stay where I am. Then I notice a woman angrily signalling to me that she is trying to get out of a carpark and I am blocking her, so I move forward again. Then The Mother comes out and gives me a "what the hell are you doing?" look, and i sigh and climb back over the seats to the back seat.

See? The whole world revolves around us. Also exemplified in the way The Mother wanted to turn right onto a busy road, got impatient and pulled across one side of the road (while a bus was plowing toward us), and when the cars on the other side of the road didn't stop and make way for her the bus had to swerve around us, into oncoming traffic, and when it was past us she pulled out even further into the traffic, completely blocking our side of the road, until she found a gap.
All must bow before us.

I have saturday off because I have a wedding to go to. I also only have 8 more days to go. And my lovely Adam wrote me some notes to last me through the day today, so things aren't as stressful as at first. I'll still be so relieved when its all over!!