Days when being mommy sucks a fatty

I'm having one (or two?) of those days.

We started the day out okay, after 12 hours of sleep I would hope so (him, not me)

We headed out to Chuck E. Cheese...you know, where a kid can be a kid. Including mean kids who like to pick on other kids while roaming around the tunnels. I know this b/c some bully decided to punch and kick my kid while in there...who then came crying to us b/c come on people, he's not even 6. I'm pretty sure if I would have seen that kid, I may have been tempted to kick him myself. Yes, mature, I know...but nobody gets to mess with my kid but me!

Other then that...the trip to the big mouse place, decent. Came home...baby napped...life was good. I was a good wife and told hubby to go ahead and play cards with the boys. No biggie.

7:50 rolls around...10 minutes till bedtime.
8PM Meltdown. He doesn't want to pick his toys up. We explained to him earlier, after a whirlwind cleaning spree that if he doesn't pick his toys up out of the living room at the end of the night, or when we ask, they'll get thrown away. We're sick of tripping over his crap...we have enough of our own crap to trip over thankyouverymuch.
So...after much screaming and attitude that should not come from the mouth of a child under 13 years old...Introducing Whippy Stick


Yes, those are glue sticks
Yes, I use them
Yes, it hurts

No judging, please. I'm done...I'm tired and I'm done having my 5 year old talk to me like he's 13...lord help me when he actually is 13.

So yes, I spanked him with the whippy stick...and yes, I felt horrible when he was crying and telling me he'd be good...only to follow it up with "I DON'T WANT TO" and "It won't even hurt" Hands on hips, head cocked to the side with a look of sheer defiance.*

Am.not.kidding.

So...after throwing 3 cars in the trash b/c he refused to pick them up like I asked and after many many chances and warnings of 'you don't talk to mommy like that'....he's now in bed and I am going to enjoy the peaceful downstairs and catch up on my DVR...b/c I get to go shopping with both boys and my mother tomorrow.

The fun just doesn't end.

Jealous yet?

*yes, I realize he probably gets this from me and my damn red hair.

Where did my sweet boy go?

Once upon a time there was this sweet, polite almost shy little boy...and then he learned to talk.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, he just kept getting older and learned more and more words and phrases that make mommy want to lock him in his room...or cry. (like Mommy, I don't like you)

I came home from shopping with my cousin and the still quiet one only to find out the big one was napping. After 2 nights with Grandma No Rules I'm sure he needed it.

He got up and graced us with his presence around 5:45, I showed him the super cool Hulk PJ's I bought him, he cuddled...life was grand.

And then, he woke up.

I told him we'd hit the red box and let him pick a movie to watch tonight. Once he finally got his shoes, socks and coat on...we were walking out the door. He wanted to take Bumblebee (Transformers for those of you who are not boy toy savvy) I said no b/c we were going 2 mins down the road and he wouldn't take it in the store anyway.
Wrong answer.
Freak out.

Finally get to the car and ask him to get buckled. Another freak out...he wants his seat. Which is in the jeep, in the garage. It's dark, it's cold...the garage is creepy. Just get in the car, it's fine. He's borderline big enough to be able to ride without it anyway.
Wrong answer again
More freak out.

Mommy turns the car off and goes inside, he follows...more screaming ensues.

Seriously. WTF!?

After a time out in his room and a nice long chat about why we're not going to the store...he's in the bath tub and I'm going to enjoy Sierra Mist with Cranberry and Malibu. Maybe it won't be such a bad night after all.

Horoscope

This was my horoscope the other day, and it could not be more true!


You may have had recent opportunities mixed with the instability of unexpected setbacks or delays. Now you are being offered one last chance to make a powerful statement by building a business that can carry you into the future. Fear can temporarily paralyze you and increase your worries until they overwhelm you. Just do the best you can and then let it go for the best possible results.

If you remember this post, you'll have some idea as to why that is so fitting.

I guess it is safe to officially announce that I am quitting my job. My last day of working for the devil will be December 23rd. I've accepted the position of business manager for 831 Photogrpahy. I am excited and nervous and couldn't be happier about the decision. Steph was in the room with us when Ian was born and took some of the most amazing pictures I have ever seen. Seriously...Check out my posts from June if you don't believe me.

We went to dinner with Steph and Shan over the weekend and it was so much fun. They are two very sweet and very down to earth people. Plus, they're a little spunky, which we like.

I've given my notice at work and while I can not wait to leave...it's odd to think that someone else will be doing my job. I mean, I created that job...I was the first one hired when we started doing cable over 2 years ago. It's not rocket science by any stretch of the imagination, but I have a hard time letting go...no matter how much I want to.

Typical in my house

Me: I'm not sure if I should try to sleep in bed tonight (I've been sleeping downstairs with Ian the past 2 nights b/c of his cough)

Hubby: Depends if you are going to be naked

Me: what? *laughing*

Hubby: if you're not going to be naked you can just leave the bed to me