It's been a while BlogLand. I read everyone else's blogs every weekday but can't seem to find fodder for mine. Or maybe I'm just really lazy and it's easier to read someone else's wit and humor. Anyways, here's a quick insight into our lives -
I have hormonies running rampant in my body today. So I went to bed an hour earlier last night but woke up two hours earlier this morning because the fricking sheet was wrapped all the way around my body and pissed me off as I was trying to get out of bed at 4AM to go pee. *sigh* So I was awake after that – rage keeps me from sleeping.
We went and totally spoiled K-man on his birthday. Hubby got him a gun that goes “tat tat tat atat tat tat atat” – loudly. I got him a game that connects to the tv and makes him run in place on a pad – Mama makes sure the boy wears off some of that energy.
We went to the local Christmas on Main Saturday afternoon – suck-o-matic, seriously. And now K wants nothing to do with Santa. We’re going to try getting his picture at Bass Pro with Santa there...maybe that might work? I dunno. He just keeps asking about Santa’s truck (Fed-Ex). Way to go, me, now I have to explain why Santa’s truck is still hanging around after Christmas.
I tried a new bread recipe for no-knead dough. It was successful – if you call something that you can use in self defense and break a tooth on “successful”.
K has a little Christmas tree in his room now. I let him pick it out. It’s electric blue with multi-color lights on it and red shatterproof ball ornaments. It’s “festive”....kind of like “hooker on 6th street” festive, but hey, who’s judging?
I also found these cute little window cling decorations for the window in the living room. A painstaking 10 minutes of positioning the damn things so that Frosty the Snowman had snowflakes all perfectly around him, and 30 seconds later, Frosty ain’t got no hands and his eyes have been plucked out. Thank you, son.
I played Christmas music for dinner on Friday evening and started hearing whining and “I don’t wanna listen to Christmas music”. In all of my essence of Christmas perfection, I said, “Mama wants to listen to Christmas music so suck it up and eat your chicken nuggets! We’re going to be cheery!!”. Ah yes...reason #587 why I’m not getting a mother of the year award.
The nativity scene underneath the Christmas tree got ran over by a 3 year old’s John Deere truck careening wildly out of control. The wise men look like the Virgin Mary flashed them some boobage – wide eyes and laying on the floor. Baby Jesus still looks serene, though, so all is good.
3 comments:
LOL oh....I can so relate. Fortunately, mine is five years old now, but that just brings a whole new set of catastrophes.
Does K-Man love his new game? We got Ty the Smart Cycle a couple years ago and he is still addicted. I was considering the mat game you got this year but haven't decided yet.
As for mother of the year....I asked my son why he was acting like a moron...to his face....loudly...last weekend. You can be my runner up, mmmkay?
I want to say it gets better...but I'm not going to lie to you.
Elizabeth would NOT keep her hands off the tree (at 5!) so Kevin took all of her ornaments off the tree and put them in a box. That was the compromise, because I wanted to take ALL of the ornaments off and have a bare ugly tree until Christmas Eve because I'M NOT FIGHTING WITH HER ABOUT THIS SHIT!!!!
"As for mother of the year....I asked my son why he was acting like a moron...to his face....loudly...last weekend."
OMG Ty's Mom, thank you for posting this. I have screamed, "Stop acting retarded!" and "Are you a moron?" and "What the hell is wrong with you?" If I confessed any of that on my blog, I would be crucified. And I have no desire to crawl up on the cross right now. So THANK YOU for making me feel normal!
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