Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Sick day.


We had a few sick days this week... correction. This entire week for us has been sick days! Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. It would have been one thing for just the kids to be sick, but it ended up being ALL of us sick. Lucky for the rest of us, I only took pictures of Ayden being sick. He's a good representation of what we all feel and look like. The only thing is, when Mommy gets sick, she's the only one who still has to be the parent. When everyone else gets sick, they all clock out. Just peachy huh. I need to formally apologize now to my Mom for being so selfish! I just assumed that when she was sick she got just as much pampering as the rest of us, but then again I don't ever remember her getting sick. I just remember her taking naps sometimes. Being a Mother now, I feel awful that I was not more perceptive to her needs... and I've of course resigned myself now to most likely getting the same treatment. That way when I get treated like I'm not sick when I really am, I won't be as annoyed... hopefully.


Now onto more pleasant things! This week I spoke to a friend about pampering yourself and I've decided to take to heart what she's said and allow myself to feel justified in buying that new pair of shoes I've ogled over for the past couple of weeks! I have these little inner conversations with myself, more like arguments actually, but I'm usually conflicted over things that have to do with pampering me. Taking care of me. And making sure I feel special. So...I've come to this conclusion. What is so wrong with that? What is so wrong with being pampered? What is so wrong with buying a chocolate bar you didn't budget out for or a pair of shoes or a shirt? Keeping ME sane, requires some pampering. Now I just need to make sure I can convince myself of that long enough to treat myself to something, because I deserve it.

I'm writing a self help book. :) Can't you tell? It'll be all about my craziness and how to keep your head screwed on straight in a world bent on knocking your head clean off! Or in my case, my own children, husband and myself trying to knock my own head off. It'll be a best seller. I'm pretty sure.

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