A blog for the fun and fearless mom, in us all.
I can’t believe my baby big boy has lost his first tooth! And, look at how tiny it is.
The tooth fairy left him a dollar, under his pillow. When he saw it, this morning, he had the nerve to say, “only one dollar?” Yeah, not sure what his expectations were, but we had a little chat, about being grateful for EVERYTHING we receive. Sigh… kids. Everything is a teachable moment!
Yet another reason, my awesome kid rocks. He gave me this card, yesterday morning. I love him so much.
I hope all you moms had an excellent Mother’s Day!
We went to the kid’s school, for Spring Fling, today. Tons of kids, playing carnival games. We’re talking elementary, middle & high school-aged children – and their parents. Did I mention, I volunteered, to help run the games? I’m so tired.
The kid had an awesome time. Here are a few pictures…
And, here’s how I ended my day. Sweet, sweet Merlot.
And, no, I don’t plan on having another.
Why is it that people frown upon those of us, who CHOOSE to have only one child? And, why do people find it necessary, to constantly ask… “So, when are you going to have another?”
Get this, you bunch of nosy know-it-alls… I DON’T WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY. There I said it. Not only is it not in our best interest, mentally but also financially, another baby is just not in the cards. Those little buggers are expensive.
I will say though, we may adopt a child, in the future – when finances are right – maybe. But, you’d better believe, that kid will be at least eight. Way past the diapers, daycare, toddler tantrums, etc.
Because, let’s face it. My 5-year-old is a handful – and a half. There are many days that he’s just the sweetest, most bestest little boy, around. But, then there are others, when I find myself saying to my husband… “Your son! I swear, if I could, I’d stuff him right back into your balls, where he came from.” I just don’t think I can go through “crazy” phase, again.
And, before you get all, “Won’t he be lonely?” on me. Let me just say… No. My husband both have a crap-ton of cousins, who in turn, have a crap-ton of kids. He will never want for kids his age, to play with.
You may be thinking, “Wow, she’s selfish.” Perhaps. Or, I could just be sensible.
You know that book, Go the F**k to Sleep? Yeah, it must’ve been inspired by the kid.
Me: It’s time to get ready for bed. Clean up your toys, go brush your teeth & put on your pajamas.
The Kid: But, why?
Me: Because I said so. (I know, I can’t believe I said it, either.)
The Kid: (Takes his time, cleaning up. Takes even longer to brush his teeth & put on his PJs).
The Kid: (Still not in his PJs) Mom, can you put my pajamas on, for me? (Yes, he is 5-years-old and yes, he does know how to do it. It’s just another stall tactic.)
Me: No, you know how to do it. You have 30 seconds (and I actually begin to count out loud, he normally has it done, in 20).
The Kid: Ok, I’m all ready. Can you come read me a story?
Me: Sure. Let’s do it. (I then proceed to read him a story, that should take 10 minutes, but because he interrupts me, on every page with a question, it takes 20).
Me: All right, baby, goodnight.
The Kid: Wait! I forgot to feed Disco (his goldfish).
Me: (I get the fish food, and he puts a pinch in the tank). Ok. Goodnight, baby.
The Kid: Wait! I have to go to the bathroom. It may be #2.
Me: Argh! Fine. Go use the bathroom.
The Kid: (5 minutes later, very proudly) I didn’t have to go. No pee pee, no boo boo, nothing.
Me: Good. Now get in the bed. Goodnight.
The Kid: Wait! I’m thirsty.
Me: (@!#$^*) Fine. Wait here. I’ll get you some water.
The Kid: (After the water has been drank) Mommy, I can’t sleep. Can you stay in here with me?
Me: Yes, honey. I’ll stay in here, with you, for a little bit. (At this point, I just want him to go to sleep, so I can get some things done.)
The Kid: Yay!
Me: (@!#$^*) Scoot over, so I can lie down.
The Kid: Your butt’s too big. You take up too much room. Can you lie on the floor?
Me: (@!#$^*) Are you serious? If you want me to stay in here, you’d better scoot over.
The Kid: Fine. Just don’t squish me.
Me: (@!#$^*)
The Kid: Mom?
Me: Yes. (I thought he was sleep?)
The Kid: Who’s taking me to school, tomorrow?
Me: I am.
The Kid: What about the day, after tomorrow?
Me: I am.
The Kid: What about the day, after that?
Me: Go to sleep. No more talking. No more questions. Just GO TO SLEEP.
The Kid: Okay.
At this point, it’s darn near 9:00 p.m., and I think he’s finally sleep. He then sits up really fast, kind of creepy-like, and starts taking off his pajamas & throwing the across the room.
The Kid: Mom?
Me: (@!#$^*) Yes.
The Kid: Can you help me take off my pajama shirt? I can’t get over my head.
Me: Sure.
Then, he lies back down, pulls all the covers over his head.
2 seconds later, he throws them all off, saying he’s hot.
Then, he flips down to the other end of the bed, seemingly falling asleep.
Is he really asleep? Do I dare hope? I lean over, stealthily, and check it out.
SUCCESS!
I slowly & quietly get off the bed (while trying not to hit my head on the top bunk – again), and leave the room.
Phew! I can’t believe that took so long.
Who am I kidding, yes I can. Oh well, at least I can finally get some work done.
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But, lest you think it’s over, it’s not.
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The kid walks sleepily into our room, cutting on every light, and goes to use our bathroom. Yes, there is a bathroom, right across from his room.
After he’s done, we have a 10-minute argument, over washing his hands. (Yes, I’m serious.)
Then, finally, he climbs into bed with us, and falls asleep – but not before he tosses and turns enough, to hit me in the face & kick the hubster, in the side.
The End.
