Yesterday was one of those days when I seriously contemplated running away, or else firing my kids for good. As I told Martin, I had grounds based on insubordination, adverse productivity (meaning I had to clean up after them over and over) or personality conflict.
I have officially become the "paper towel queen", as Coen dumps any thing in sight- including Mason's milk, his cheerios and milk, and also smears glue stick all over his face and hands, if left alone during the minute I take to run to the bathroom. The other child, (and I won't mention names) has now reverted to peeing his pants at least twice a day. Don't ask me why. I don't know. All I know, is that no amount of begging, bribing, beating or bargaining has worked to make him stop. That is, until now, when I have officially removed TV and computer from his vocabulary, and I'm making him earn them back. I'm now officially questioning whether this Mom thing is something I should really be doing- obviously- the techniques I'm using ARE NOT WORKING. Yesterday, going back to work was sounding REALLY good. Let someone else change the pants, clean up the poop, milk, juice, cheerios and glue stick.
But, I guess in the end, I'll keep them. Those chunky little arms around my neck... well, they do have that certain irresistible, endearing quality. And, today, Mason asked if the teachers at Coen's preschool would be as fun as I am. Well, okay. Score one for Mason.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
The True Cause of Thumb Sucking
Okay, so I'm not in the habit of being insulted while I'm out shopping, but yesterday was one for the books.
I headed to Marshall's to check out the shoe selection, and hit the jackpot with a very cute pair of red and white striped wedges for a low $10, and a pair of OshKosh look-alike Crocs for Mason for $10. SCORE!
As I headed to the checkout, Coen remained happy as he had been the whole time, and was content to check things out from his shopping cart throne, happily sucking away at his thumb, and looking cute as always. As I placed my shoe purchases on the counter, the cashier looked at Coen, and said, "How old is he?" "Well, he'll be two on June 9th," I said happily, admiring his cute little nose, and sweeping his shaggy hair from his eyes. I was gearing up for the usual.... "He's ADORABLE- look at those beautiful blue eyes", when I instead got hit with- "Looks like SOMEBODY took him off the bottle too early.... That's why he's sucking his thumb! How old was he when you took him off the bottle?"
Excuse me??????? I was flabbergasted. I could barely squeak out that I'd switched him to the sippy cup at 9 months, but the cashier was busy checking the price on the shoes, and didn't hear me. So she asked again..."How old was he again?" "Are you the Gestapo?" I thought.
"Well, he was sucking his thumb long before I took him off the bottle...." I explained. "MMMMMMMHHHHMMMMMM," she said in that antagonizing way that only a saucy black girl can pull off.
I was stunned. I paid for my shoes, and we walked out the car, where I promptly pulled out my cell phone and fired off a call to Martin, who was equally enraged.
THE NERVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't even know me. I will be chalking this up to one more for my "Board of busy-bodies".... right up there with the Target lady who asked Mason once "Can your Daddy not afford shoes?????", because said child removed them repeatedly as a baby in the heat of the summer.
I wish I had a shock collar for these type of comments- nothing would give me more pleasure than to just zap someone every time something like that flew out of their mouth. Wonder how many times I would get zapped????
I headed to Marshall's to check out the shoe selection, and hit the jackpot with a very cute pair of red and white striped wedges for a low $10, and a pair of OshKosh look-alike Crocs for Mason for $10. SCORE!
As I headed to the checkout, Coen remained happy as he had been the whole time, and was content to check things out from his shopping cart throne, happily sucking away at his thumb, and looking cute as always. As I placed my shoe purchases on the counter, the cashier looked at Coen, and said, "How old is he?" "Well, he'll be two on June 9th," I said happily, admiring his cute little nose, and sweeping his shaggy hair from his eyes. I was gearing up for the usual.... "He's ADORABLE- look at those beautiful blue eyes", when I instead got hit with- "Looks like SOMEBODY took him off the bottle too early.... That's why he's sucking his thumb! How old was he when you took him off the bottle?"
Excuse me??????? I was flabbergasted. I could barely squeak out that I'd switched him to the sippy cup at 9 months, but the cashier was busy checking the price on the shoes, and didn't hear me. So she asked again..."How old was he again?" "Are you the Gestapo?" I thought.
"Well, he was sucking his thumb long before I took him off the bottle...." I explained. "MMMMMMMHHHHMMMMMM," she said in that antagonizing way that only a saucy black girl can pull off.
I was stunned. I paid for my shoes, and we walked out the car, where I promptly pulled out my cell phone and fired off a call to Martin, who was equally enraged.
THE NERVE!!!!!!!!!!!!! You don't even know me. I will be chalking this up to one more for my "Board of busy-bodies".... right up there with the Target lady who asked Mason once "Can your Daddy not afford shoes?????", because said child removed them repeatedly as a baby in the heat of the summer.
I wish I had a shock collar for these type of comments- nothing would give me more pleasure than to just zap someone every time something like that flew out of their mouth. Wonder how many times I would get zapped????
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