We, The Bubba and I, are at hour 1.5 in the bedtime routine. Meaning I have been attempting to get him to go to bed for approximately one and a half hours. I know, I know...I'm a sucker when it comes to bedtime. And it's something that has come about in the past 6 months. For the first 2 years of his life, he went to bed and stayed there 9 out of 10 times with no problems. Now he has learned the age old trick of "Delay". And the determination with which he pursues this is amazing.
I watched an episode of "World's Strictest Parents" tonight, the show where bratty teenagers go to live with a family where the parents don't take any crap from bratty teenagers. And I realized I'd better straighten up my parenting before he's older and he starts acting like some of the fool teenagers on this show. You know the ones. The kids that will tell you their leg is broken and so they can't possibly put their dirty laundry in the laundry hamper. Or that they will just pass right out if they have to make their bed.
Poor little Bubba has no idea that all of his "book", "milk", "pee" is creating a strict parent monster out of me and I will happily tell him when he is 16 and sullen because I won't let him get that tattoo he justhastohavecauseallofmyfriendshavethempleasemom! that if he had just gone to bed without any delay when he was 2, I would just drive him myveryownself to the tattoo parlor.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
So yesterday was our 6th wedding anniversary. It was a fun filled day of dryer repairing and toilet cleaning. But I must say that I would gladly slide a trip to the Justice of the Peace in between wiping dried pee off the toilet and blowing dryer lint all over the place to marry my smooch all over again. No doubt about it.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Over the past few weeks I have started a new job, had my car break down 3 times, learned that a favorite aunt had passed away and that some good friends are divorcing. I was quite impressed with myself that all of this had not caused me to hide in the closet sucking on a bottle of Stoli and beating my head against a wall. Then yesterday after I forced The Bubba, kicking and screaming, into a costume he didn't want to wear so we could go to perfect strangers houses and beg for candy, the camels back broke. Well actually the dryer broke. With a still wet load in it and another wet load in the washer. Yippee. So off we go to Grans house with two bags of wet laundry and an unhappy dinosaur. After dropping off the laundry to be dried and convincing The Bubba that he would have fun walking around in the itchy dinosaur head because people he doesn't know would give him candy we were off. For some reason I just wasn't in the mood to trick or treat but I must say some of the costumes were qtp2t. After an hour of begging oops I mean trick or treating we returned to our friends house with a mostly full pumpkin bucket. Victory is ours. And so are the fun size butterfingers. Now I just have to figure out how to make The Bubba understand that he shouldn't take candy from strangers.