My son hates me.
I could see it in his eyes as I packed up a box of his favorite toys today as punishment. I am not throwing them out, just taking them and putting them in our parental hiding place until he earns them back. We did this once before and it worked great but his time he is SO upset. He has been crying for over thirty minutes and won't come near me, or let me near him.
Sometimes being a parent is the WORST EVER.
I just want to go cry in MY room now.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
"Hey mommy"
Conversations with my three year old are unforgettable. This happened in the car today.
"Hey Mommy"
"Yes, Aidan"
"Do you know, the muffin man?"
"The muffin man?" (trying to hold in my hysterical laughter)
"Yes Mommy, the muffin man."
"Who lives on Drury Lane?"
Aidan laughs, I laugh, and I note that Shrek has been watched one too many times.
"Hey Mommy"
"Yes, Aidan"
"Do you know, the muffin man?"
"The muffin man?" (trying to hold in my hysterical laughter)
"Yes Mommy, the muffin man."
"Who lives on Drury Lane?"
Aidan laughs, I laugh, and I note that Shrek has been watched one too many times.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Take Two (re-post)
I had to continue my old blog here because of my email/name change it was a pain in the ass to log into my two blogs. I am going to post my older but most recent posts from the old blog here so that I don't lose some of it.
WTF
Monday, January 19, 2009
Heartbroken
Four, FOUR of my very very very close friends, all of whom were at my wedding in late November are getting divorced/seperated.
Ben and I are now put in a wonderful situation of choosing sides, because none of these are ending nicely.
One of the couples were actually already filing for divorce three weeks before my wedding but because she was in the bridal party didn't want to upset me so she didn't tell me...
I justt want to yell; WTF!!!! Don't you know what the vows mean?! Better or worse and all those things you said and VOWED in front of family and friends (and for some God). I am so disgusted I don't even want to talk to any of them, and they are my closest friends. Marriage is my religion, so when it is so easily disregarded it upsets me. It was never about the pretty dress, and the perfect centerpieces it was about making an oath to one person, forever.
Saddest part, they have all been married for less than four years, but have all known each other for the better part of a decade. What the hell happened?
This is not making my morning sickness any easier. I just want to vomit.
Ben and I are now put in a wonderful situation of choosing sides, because none of these are ending nicely.
One of the couples were actually already filing for divorce three weeks before my wedding but because she was in the bridal party didn't want to upset me so she didn't tell me...
I justt want to yell; WTF!!!! Don't you know what the vows mean?! Better or worse and all those things you said and VOWED in front of family and friends (and for some God). I am so disgusted I don't even want to talk to any of them, and they are my closest friends. Marriage is my religion, so when it is so easily disregarded it upsets me. It was never about the pretty dress, and the perfect centerpieces it was about making an oath to one person, forever.
Saddest part, they have all been married for less than four years, but have all known each other for the better part of a decade. What the hell happened?
This is not making my morning sickness any easier. I just want to vomit.
And it hits....
Monday, January 12, 2009
Hazards of Pregnancy
I was very fortunate to not have a single day of morning sickness with my son Aidan.This child I fear is not so nice to me. At week seven I had my first REAL encounter with my previously eaten meals due to the fact that from the hours of 1:45am-5:22am my expanding ass was parked in front of our toilet, with as Bill Cosby would say "my face in a place that was never built for my face". Over and Over and OVER till there was literally nothing left in my body....oh but wait we can dry heave for an hour after that.
My throat is burning from the bile from my stomach. My legs hurt from being in front of the toilet so long. I have a headache, I think from NOT SLEEPING TONIGHT.
So for anyone out there who thinks "having a baby will be fun" beware, you spend a good portion of it camping out like this.....
All I have to say is...this one better be a freakin girl.
Aidan story from Jan 2008
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
The tramatizing of a three year old
So today I did something that I used to hate that my parents did, although it was VERY affective I can still hear him sniffling ten minutes later.
I asked, politely three times and sternly 3 times for my son to pick up his toys in the living room and put them in his bedroom. I don't expect him to put them away away just in his room and tomorrow we'll put them away all clean tomorrow as we usually do. Tonight all hell broke loose. He refused to clean them up and after almost an hour of begging him I told him to take a seat in the time out chair, he then hit me, a new thing for him, and at that point did the one thing I HATED as a kid. Oh I didn't hit him back, I made him stand with his nose in the corner while I picked up every last toy and put them out of reach on top of the fridge.
I then got down on my knees and eye to eye explained that he can't have his toys if he can't take care of them and maybe tomorrow if he remembers how to listen and put his toys away he can slowly earn them back.
This is all the worst ending to an awesome day.
Because on the flip side...he went all day with out an "accident" and used the potty FIVE times. Which has never happened before. I just think that one does not erase the other, you don't get to use the potty and then forget your manners and respect for others.
My heart is achey though....cause I know the corner sucks.
Maybe we'll cuddle up and watch a movie after dinner.....He is a Mama's boy after all. ;)
I asked, politely three times and sternly 3 times for my son to pick up his toys in the living room and put them in his bedroom. I don't expect him to put them away away just in his room and tomorrow we'll put them away all clean tomorrow as we usually do. Tonight all hell broke loose. He refused to clean them up and after almost an hour of begging him I told him to take a seat in the time out chair, he then hit me, a new thing for him, and at that point did the one thing I HATED as a kid. Oh I didn't hit him back, I made him stand with his nose in the corner while I picked up every last toy and put them out of reach on top of the fridge.
I then got down on my knees and eye to eye explained that he can't have his toys if he can't take care of them and maybe tomorrow if he remembers how to listen and put his toys away he can slowly earn them back.
This is all the worst ending to an awesome day.
Because on the flip side...he went all day with out an "accident" and used the potty FIVE times. Which has never happened before. I just think that one does not erase the other, you don't get to use the potty and then forget your manners and respect for others.
My heart is achey though....cause I know the corner sucks.
Maybe we'll cuddle up and watch a movie after dinner.....He is a Mama's boy after all. ;)
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