First Day

Today was my son's first day of kindergarten! Let me tell you, I think me and grandma were a little more excited than he was. We were also both a lot more nervous for him than he was. This morning I lunged out of bed (which I dont even do to get MYSELF ready for work) and fixed him his breakfast and helped him get his new outfit on. He was very nonchalant and easy going but every few seconds he'd flash a coy smile. I could tell he was enjoying the special attention from mommy on his big day.

Grandma wanted to be present for his first day of school and she arived around 745am ready to go. We drove up to the school and parked....illegally. I couldnt find his classroom because it was nowhere NEAR where they showed me classes would be durring orientation. My mother, bless her heart, was moving slow as molasses and I was in a huge frantic hurry to get him settled in.

Once we found his class he sat down and his whole mood changed. He asked grandma if the bus would know where her house was. I told him the bus was comming to mommy's house. He looked at grandma and tears began to fill both their eyes and he had to look away from her. "Okay thats enough we gotta go," my mom said. I kissed my big boy goodbye. Tell me why I am still SO NERVOUS for him? I can't stop thinking of how scary his first day must be. I wish I could be there to pick him up but unfortunately I work until 830pm....ugh.

Lets Discuss: Baby Mama

There are a lot of cases of single parents these days. I could be a good little author and get you statistics but I'm not much of a researcher. Okay I'm lazy. A friend of mine is going through a divorce and as I watch him struggle for custody of his son my blood boils with pure hot hatred for the woman who is holding his child hostage.

My son's father is somewhere enjoying the fact that he's managed to escape my grasp the past 5 years. I couldnt get $5 from this man. I am hunting him like a dog and the state is terrible at their job and cant seem to find anyone even though I gave them an address....twice.

So here this broad is keeping a child away from a man who is dying to see his son and is an amazing and caring father. Every time he asks for his child she plays games and asks for "clothing" or "money for sports" which he pays because he loves his son, but he grimaces because this broad wont let him have his baby. What are your personal thoughts on these "keep away" ass evil women?

"I'm going to cry until you give me candy."

The scene in Walgreens yesterday afternoon was far from entertaining....for me. I'm sure everyone around me was getting a kick out of me holding my breath until I turn purple from restraint and embarrassment. Yes, I'm sure it was quite entertaining. However for me, I was boiling over with frustration and losing my frame of reference bit by bit as my son went from being a well behaved child to some being that I couldn't even recognize. It was a scene out of a horror film. I watched as horns grew from my child's head and his voice had that slow scary tape recorder sound thing going on. I was frightened to say the least.

"Can I have a lolly pop?"

"No."

Now see my intention was to get him something he couldn't stick to any furniture or get caught in a blanket. It was one of those large circular twisty lollipops and I just wasn't interested in seeing lint gather on my son's face. Those things are just too messy and I wasn't in a mood for messy at that moment. So my intention was to move on down the isle and get him a less messy candy. BUT NO!

He followed me, WITH this lollipop that I just told him he couldn't have. "Why are you following me with that Lollipop Sky, Mommy said no."
*whining* "But I want it."
"Well whining is surely not going to get it."

I made my last attempt to be a nice mommy. "Go ahead and pick out one of these boxed candies and put that one down."

"No I want this one." Now I know kids do this, but I have passed this stage in his life, or so I thought.

I looked at him like he was an alien and I told him, "That is fine, you won't get any candy. I don't give anything to spoiled children." He commenced to throw a demon size tantrum by CRYING LOUDLY then telling me, "You're not going to like me anymore." his classic psychological defense he tries on me.

"That is not working with me son, I don't know who that even works with. Of course I like you, I just don't like your spoiled attitude and your unnecessary crying so knock it off or you wont have an XBOX when you get home."

"I'm going to cry until you give me candy!"

Now when I say I wanted to reach out and touch him right in the middle of the store, nothing can really describe what feeling came over my body. I know not everyone believes in butt-whoppings, but my apologies, its where I came from. I don't resort to violence easily but this was some ridiculousness that I couldn't even fathom my child was capable of. I held my breath, turning purple from restraint and embarrassment and he indeed cried until we left. When we returned home he had the longest "time out" he'd ever experienced and was grounded from video games.

Who is this child and where is the little boy I gave birth to?

damn bumble bee.

So I got a text last night that my little boo face got stung in the eye by a yellow jacket! I didnt get off work until 830pm (yea lets not discuss how much and how many ways I hate my job)and his eye is HUGE!!! I'm talking HITCH huge and I'm not exadurating at.all. Poor baby. I gave him some benadryl and took him home, put my air conditioning down to 75 to make sure he didnt get too hot in his sleep and let him sleep in his undies. Unfortunately when we woke up this morning the swelling was worse and I had to ask my mother to take him to the ER.

:(

My poor boogie.

He'd been stung by a bee before but this is the first time he's ever had any sort of reaction from it. Everyone cross your fingers for my baby. Do your children have any allergies?

Child Abuse

Hello Ladies! I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend. The boyfriend and I went bowling with my son Friday night and had a great time. Skyler was bowling us out of the water (with bumpers of course) and when the lights went out and things began to glow he also decided to break dance all over the floor and send me into an embarrassed "that's my kid with no rhythm" laughing fit that almost made me pee my pants. But keep in mind it was "two-fers" and since the boyfriend was driving he told me I shouldn't waste his beer.

But let me give us all something to talk about. I was recently watching a show about child pageants and frankly I think these women who put their children through this crap should be charged with child abuse. It is absolutely disgusting to me that anyone would dress a 3-14 year old girl like a grown woman. Put make-up, fake tan, false teeth, and tons of hair products on their little girl ruining their complexion, damaging their skin, and sexualizing a small child by having them rock their hips around blowing kisses and wearing half shirts. Its gross. There are child predators that would just love to kidnap one of these children.

These mothers are ruining their chances to ever have decent healthy self esteem. They are going to ruin the way they socialize with other children. Its ridiculous to me that this is legal.

Your thoughts?

Take It Easy Tuesday

Being a mother takes a lot out of you. Especially if you're a working mother. Taking time out for yourself after everything you need to get accomplished can seem almost impossible. So when you start to get stressed out, its a wonder how you'll get a moment to calm down and cool out. Being a single mother who has no one to share any of my many tasks with, I have got to find ways to relax or I will have some sort of mental meltdown.
I'm too pretty for a meldown.

So I wanted to share with you a few ways I like to cut stress out of my life or move my focus around so that I'm not only thinking of all the ways that I'm overwhelmed, over worked, underappreciated and underpaid.

1. Clean my house.

Amazing how more work actually leads to less stress for me. This is by far my favorite way to calm myself down. In fact I could litterally be at work thinking to myself, "I am so friggin aggrivated right now, the bathroom is so gonna get it when I get home." The last think I like to have when I'm stressed is a dirty home. When I get home and decide to take on a cleaning project, I go so "hard in the paint" that I end up sweating, I'm tried, and cleaning the bathroom has turned into cleaning my son's room, organizing his toys, re-arranging my living room, spot cleaning the kitchen floors, and wiping all the walls down with bleach and water. Point is, its just like if you were to hit the gym. You get your blood flowing, calories burning, mind totally focused on scrubbing instead of all the bills, the job, the school projects, the brake fluid thats leaking in your car, or the cost of your now sick pet's vet visit because they decided they wanted to chase a squirel into some questionable bushes and came back with some sort of rash. It may seem like more work, but when you're finished, you're too tired to think about anything but a shower, dinner, and your head hitting the pillow. On top of all of that, you feel a sense of accomplishment, pride in your work, and your house looks and smells gorgeous.

2. Read a Book.

This one sounds reeeeally simple. It may be hard to sit down and start reading when you have so much to do or worry about, but I encourage you to take an hour before bedtime to read a brand new book. Preferably some sort of fiction that totally takes your mind away from reality to a place of imagination. When you're reading you have a moment to shut out everything you're thinking about, because of course you're too busy filling your mind with stories of a fictional character and their drama or problems. A good start would be Agnes and The Hitman by Jenny Crusie and Bob Mayer.

3. Get Yourself a Treat.

I know most of us are broke, and the $5 extra dollars you might have left over after all of your expenses seems like something you should spend on one of your children or gas in your vehicle. However sometimes it is important for us to reserve some things for ourselves. We need to learn to be selfish. If you stop and buy yourself an ice cream cone at Cold Stone your child isnt at school falling to the floor, crushed by disappointment, doomed to drop out of high school and become a plumber because you failed him emotionally by purchasing yourself something without his knowledge. When you have children, your life does change. It does become about your kids. But if you lose yourself, you wont be able to give your children the type of love and attention they desereve because you will be unhappy.

4. Give Yourself a Shopping Goal.

Try to put aside a few dollars each week for yourself. At the end of the month buy yourself either a pair of new shoes, a purse, or an article of clothing. Something to reward yourself for kicking ass all month. We reward our kids for doing good, being behaved, getting good grades. They get stars for being helpful in class. We deserve a reward ourselves. Setting a personal goal to do something nice for yourself, just like #3, will make everything you're doing seem a lot less overwhelming. Or that you're doing it with a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow after the storm called "the work week." Knowing you have something to look forward to instead of the same shit month after month after month.

5. Cut Out Caffine.
I'm sure we all like our coffee or tea or energy drinks to get us through our morning. Unfortunately all caffine does is make us even more irritable and snappy. It can cause bouts of anxiety and a crash in the middle of your day that can really screw up your mood. Lets face it, our mood really depends on positive thinking, and with caffine bogging you down and making you a misserable human being. I'm not saying never touch it, I'm saying stay away from it unless you're in a fantastic mood that can't be brought down by a caffine crash.


Remember, you need to be selfish sometimes!

Lets Discuss: Music Monday

Just last week I walked into my son's daycare to pick him up and heard some bass coming through the doors. He's currently in summer camp so I know they're doing a lot of fun activities and a lot less learnin'.

Note: Keep in mind this is a Christian school.

I walk in and hear........Lil Wayne--Pop Bottles playing as they all jump rope inside the auditorium. My eyebrows scrunched a little as I walked over to where his lunch box was sitting. It wasnt until I heard plies playing in the background, that I looked one of the counselors in the eye with absolute disgust.

I'm not saying my son doesnt hear this music around me, but school just seems like such an inapropriate place for him to be listening to crap-hop.

Your thoughts?