This is Hunter’s room yesterday morning, right before I told him to clean it.
This is Hunter’s room today. Now. As in, 30 hours after I told him to clean it.
All I’m askin’… is for a little respect. Just a little bit.
Time to bring out the big guns.
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To my little princess,
I love you dearly, my angel. You are the apple of my eye, the lining on my cloud. You are a ray of sunshine on my most troubling of days. If you put another dirty sock in my morning coffee, though, mommy is going to flip the fuck out.
You have such a wonderful ora about you. Always smiling, always laughing. I just love how you brighten any room that you walk into. By the way, daddy was very mad when he got home and saw his remote covered in wax because you dipped it in mommy’s Scentsy earlier that day. I love you more than life itself my darling, and if you only take one piece of advice from me during this journey called life, let it be this; Don’t screw with your father’s remote. Please. Continue reading
Remember my shy, adorable, loving little boy? The one that always says “please” and “thank you” and “mommy, could I?” His name is Hunter, he is 4 years old, and I’m pretty sure that a rabid badger locked him in the closet and moved into his bedroom this last week.
My sanity said; “Fuck this!” and flew the coop sometime over the weekend. The mother in me is playing Charades and has picked the Super Nanny card, sounds great, but less then encouraging since I totally suck at that game. Its times like this that I just want to crawl into my bed and call my mother to come take over. Which would totally go against everything that my therapist has ever told me. Continue reading
Now, we have all heard about the “terrible 2′s.” We prepare ourselves for it. Hell, I was in therapy just over the anticipation of it. But, we are told if we can just get through it, it’ll all get better from there. That our little darlings find “themselves” and suddenly, the exact day of their 3rd birthday, all of the hitting, scratching, yelling, tantrums, and “NO’s” just disappear. BULL SHIT! I was well into the 3′s before I truly let myself believe that all of the information I had been given was a complete load of crap. At about 3 1/2, it was beginning to look a little hopeless. Continue reading
Last week, Hunter’s school had a fieldtrip to the zoo. I have been excited about this trip for weeks now (I love the zoo), although I cannot say the same for him. Hunter is my sensitive soul… he is cautious and leery about most things. Sometimes I secretly smile inside about this. Needless to say, the idea of visiting lions and tigers and bears did not appeal to him.
So, that morning after breakfast I begin simultaneously packing our lunches and yelling “get dressed, get dressed, are you dressed yet?!” over and over again. A typical weekday morning. This always ends with me going upstairs and finishing the process… much to his dismay. Not that he minds the help, he’s just always disappointed that, unlike dad, I make him change either the blue camo pants or the green camo shirt. I understand that this does not sound like THAT bad of a combination… but words cannot explain the clashing that happens when these two garments meet. Continue reading
