BUT! In my defense, sitting here reading through my last blog. That was 9 months ago. Guess what? Nothing has changed! Yes, we are STILL waiting to find out when we can finalize. We have moved and up until a month AFTER we got here, California STILL didn't know the answers to our questions. Our new state can't really figure out how we managed to move with our son. Who isn't our son yet. And who knows if he ever will be. I received a call today to meet with our new social worker and do yet another home study. Our third since starting this whole ridiculous process. How stinking frustrating is this?? No wonder there are so many kids in the system. No wonder everyone things negative things about adoption. And the sad thing is, most of the horror stories we thought about adoption before we started are tame compared to what we have actually had to deal with.
Ok, I just had to completely wipe out the 18 paragraphs plus that I just wrote about the behavior problems. The world wide web doesn't need that.
I am trying to be positive here, through it all I remain...amazed by His grace.
Jesus' sufferings
So in my devotion today, I happened to be reading a commentary on Matthew 26. Where Jesus goes into the Garden of Gethsemane to pray.
I found it interesting that they paralleled that with the Garden of Eden:
"He who made atonement for the sins of mankind, submitted himself in a garden of suffering, to the will of God, from which man had revolted in a garden of pleasure."
(http://www.biblegateway.com/resources/commentaries/?action=getCommentaryText&cid=48&source=2&seq=i.47.26.7)
It went on to explain that when Jesus was praying, he had such an overwhelming sorrow that the actual words used(Greek I think) "denote the most entire dejection, amazement, anguish, and horror of mind; the state of one surrounded with sorrows, overwhelmed with miseries, and almost swallowed up with terror and dismay."
That really brought me up short. What was I just whining about yesterday? Good grief! Jesus was about to endure the most terrifying torture and death imaginable and yet, he prays "Not my will, but yours be done,"...
I found it interesting that they paralleled that with the Garden of Eden:
"He who made atonement for the sins of mankind, submitted himself in a garden of suffering, to the will of God, from which man had revolted in a garden of pleasure."
(http://www.biblegateway.com/resources/commentaries/?action=getCommentaryText&cid=48&source=2&seq=i.47.26.7)
It went on to explain that when Jesus was praying, he had such an overwhelming sorrow that the actual words used(Greek I think) "denote the most entire dejection, amazement, anguish, and horror of mind; the state of one surrounded with sorrows, overwhelmed with miseries, and almost swallowed up with terror and dismay."
That really brought me up short. What was I just whining about yesterday? Good grief! Jesus was about to endure the most terrifying torture and death imaginable and yet, he prays "Not my will, but yours be done,"...
Adoption
Ok, so I am inconsistent at best at this whole blogging thing. A friend suggested it as good therapy, so I guess I will give it another try.
I have been down in the slumps lately about this whole adoption thing. We are still plugging away trying to finalize and it just seems as if the whole world is against this happening. I do have to say the MOST frustrating thing about this is the information, or should I say LACK OF, any information, much less reliable info.
In my opinion, the whole state of California's Child Welfare Services should be fired. I have not met one yet that has a clue as to what they are doing. Most of the time I get information that is either one of two things: 1. Pulled from some dark place where the sun does not shine. or 2. A bald-faced blatant lie.
I have received more than my fair share of lies from them and frankly I am sick and tired of their whole department. On one occasion I got so frustrated with the obvious lie that I was being fed, that I contacted my son's lawyer and asked for clarification and why I was being lied to. I ended up getting in trouble with my agency because I was being a "troublemaker". Excuse me for wanting the truth so I can protect him as best as I can. In my defense, I did NOT tell the lawyer to take County Services to court about the lie, that was something she did all on her own. But I do have to say, that really did make my day. Even if we lost.
When we started this whole process 2 years ago, I was going through classes with a friend who was also looking to adopt. I sped through every piece of paperwork they threw my way. I was months ahead of everyone else as far as completing paperwork. We started searching for a child long before anyone else.
After a year of trying to get placed with a child, and COUNTLESS number of submissions for what we thought were PERFECT kids, through a complete fluke in the system, we were placed with our 6 year old son and this long uphill battle began. I can vividly remember trying to encourage my friend who was feeling so down because they could not find a child. We had our son for over 3 months by the time they were placed with a child. They got an adorable baby boy. 17 months old. How sweet. He wasn't really talking yet, he couldn't fight with her other 4 kids. He was adored by the whole family. There was no jealousy between any of the kids. He didn't throw self-harming tantrums or tell repetitive lies or steal things or scream at them. How nice for them to get a baby! They bonded so quickly.
I stood by and watched enviously. They had no BM in the picture, and they signed adoptive placement paperwork last month. Now I found out they are signing finalization paperwork next month. Don't get me wrong, I am so so SO happy for them, they are the SWEETEST family and deserve this. Completely. I just cannot help but be SO jealous!!
After 6 months of 2x per month BM visits complete with post-visit trauma every time, and the .26 hearing canceled and rescheduled 3 times, the closure visit canceled and rescheduled 4 times, not to mention the fact that the court ordered timeline was blown by almost a month and she STILL got privileges and a closure visit AFTER we were told she could not since she didn't bother to show up AND we sat him down and explained the whole thing to him. And then we were told she had 60 days to appeal. Got a phone call on day 75 saying, Oh, yeah, she did file an "Intent to Appeal" What the crap?? Seriously? Geez, so if I got a speeding ticket, could I just call them up 2 1/2 months later and say, "Hey, I INTEND to pay my ticket." I wonder how that would fly? And then how long is it until she actually files? No one knows. I can't get an answer on that. I just got told, "Yeah, it will be another year before you can finalize."
How terrific. Did I mention that we have to move this coming summer? And that it could possibly be overseas? Super great. And I have been asking what I need to do if that were to happen for two months now. Do you think I have an answer yet? Oh, no. The only answer I got was, "Oh wow! I will have to look that one up!" Exactly how long does that take again? Probably a year. It is amazing to me that no one has any answers for me, but they do have plenty of attitude to go around. God forbid I actually make them work for a change.
I know I have a crappy attitude right now, but I am so aggravated with the whole entire thing. I hope someday I will be able to look back and say that this was definitely worth every second. As of right now, I am just going to sit here on my pity pot and mope about how smooth other's lives are.
I read something once that has always stuck with me and I usually do try my best to always remember it:
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." -Plato
I know this is true, and I know that some people would gladly take my pathetic complaints compared to what they are going through. God, please help me to see this situation through Your eyes, cause mine are being stubborn right now!
I have been down in the slumps lately about this whole adoption thing. We are still plugging away trying to finalize and it just seems as if the whole world is against this happening. I do have to say the MOST frustrating thing about this is the information, or should I say LACK OF, any information, much less reliable info.
In my opinion, the whole state of California's Child Welfare Services should be fired. I have not met one yet that has a clue as to what they are doing. Most of the time I get information that is either one of two things: 1. Pulled from some dark place where the sun does not shine. or 2. A bald-faced blatant lie.
I have received more than my fair share of lies from them and frankly I am sick and tired of their whole department. On one occasion I got so frustrated with the obvious lie that I was being fed, that I contacted my son's lawyer and asked for clarification and why I was being lied to. I ended up getting in trouble with my agency because I was being a "troublemaker". Excuse me for wanting the truth so I can protect him as best as I can. In my defense, I did NOT tell the lawyer to take County Services to court about the lie, that was something she did all on her own. But I do have to say, that really did make my day. Even if we lost.
When we started this whole process 2 years ago, I was going through classes with a friend who was also looking to adopt. I sped through every piece of paperwork they threw my way. I was months ahead of everyone else as far as completing paperwork. We started searching for a child long before anyone else.
After a year of trying to get placed with a child, and COUNTLESS number of submissions for what we thought were PERFECT kids, through a complete fluke in the system, we were placed with our 6 year old son and this long uphill battle began. I can vividly remember trying to encourage my friend who was feeling so down because they could not find a child. We had our son for over 3 months by the time they were placed with a child. They got an adorable baby boy. 17 months old. How sweet. He wasn't really talking yet, he couldn't fight with her other 4 kids. He was adored by the whole family. There was no jealousy between any of the kids. He didn't throw self-harming tantrums or tell repetitive lies or steal things or scream at them. How nice for them to get a baby! They bonded so quickly.
I stood by and watched enviously. They had no BM in the picture, and they signed adoptive placement paperwork last month. Now I found out they are signing finalization paperwork next month. Don't get me wrong, I am so so SO happy for them, they are the SWEETEST family and deserve this. Completely. I just cannot help but be SO jealous!!
After 6 months of 2x per month BM visits complete with post-visit trauma every time, and the .26 hearing canceled and rescheduled 3 times, the closure visit canceled and rescheduled 4 times, not to mention the fact that the court ordered timeline was blown by almost a month and she STILL got privileges and a closure visit AFTER we were told she could not since she didn't bother to show up AND we sat him down and explained the whole thing to him. And then we were told she had 60 days to appeal. Got a phone call on day 75 saying, Oh, yeah, she did file an "Intent to Appeal" What the crap?? Seriously? Geez, so if I got a speeding ticket, could I just call them up 2 1/2 months later and say, "Hey, I INTEND to pay my ticket." I wonder how that would fly? And then how long is it until she actually files? No one knows. I can't get an answer on that. I just got told, "Yeah, it will be another year before you can finalize."
How terrific. Did I mention that we have to move this coming summer? And that it could possibly be overseas? Super great. And I have been asking what I need to do if that were to happen for two months now. Do you think I have an answer yet? Oh, no. The only answer I got was, "Oh wow! I will have to look that one up!" Exactly how long does that take again? Probably a year. It is amazing to me that no one has any answers for me, but they do have plenty of attitude to go around. God forbid I actually make them work for a change.
I know I have a crappy attitude right now, but I am so aggravated with the whole entire thing. I hope someday I will be able to look back and say that this was definitely worth every second. As of right now, I am just going to sit here on my pity pot and mope about how smooth other's lives are.
I read something once that has always stuck with me and I usually do try my best to always remember it:
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." -Plato
I know this is true, and I know that some people would gladly take my pathetic complaints compared to what they are going through. God, please help me to see this situation through Your eyes, cause mine are being stubborn right now!
Summer...
So is it bad that I have been counting how many more days until the next school year since........well since the 100th day of school? :) I seriously am dreading summer. I am scared out of my mind about the weeks to come.
It was difficult enough last year with two of my LOVELY darlings filling their time with fighting, bickering, moaning and complaining of extreme boredom.
We did the summer pool pass, we did the yard toys, we did the library summer reading program and playdates, but it was still bad.
This year? Now there are 3 and they already have a hard enough time getting along when they have been in school all day. Our newest addition is a bit on the "gimme it!" side with a touch of "you have that, I want it!" and a smidge of "I want more!" so that is making things a tad difficult. Don't get me wrong, I love all of my children, but I do have to say there are some days when they like to test that theory.
It is my first summer as a mom of 3. It is my first summer as an adoptive mom. It has been a hard year so far, but God has brought us all so far! My parents are coming to meet our new little boy for the first time next week. It was great that it worked out to be right after his 6th birthday. I know he is going to love them.
I have signed them all up for two VBS' this summer, so hopefully everyone will have a great time.
I love the Love & Logic books by Dr. Scott Turansky and Joanne Miller (I think its both of them?) and I do my best to utilize their ideas, cause man, they are fabulous! Sometimes I mess up, but that doesn't mean I need to stop trying! My biggest problem that I can't seem to get down pat without sounding sarcastic is the whole empathy thing. I have a really hard time, and it seems like no matter how hard I try, I come out sounding like I am a real dirtbag for being happy when they get in trouble. I know it is a heart thing, so I am working on it. But anyway, I have a bunch of their books to read over the summer and am re-reading a bunch as well.
I also subscribe to their newsletter and have gotten so many really cool ideas from them. So this summer we will be focusing on 7 major character traits, one per week. This week it is:
Honor: Treating people as special, doing more than what's expected, and having a good attitude.
I love this one, but it is definitely challenging. I recommend the book:
Say Goodbye to Whining, Complaining, and Bad Attitudes... in You and Your Kids
Scott Turansky & Joanne Miller
Its a great book about honor in your family.
That's it for now... until next time......only 70 more days until school!!!
It was difficult enough last year with two of my LOVELY darlings filling their time with fighting, bickering, moaning and complaining of extreme boredom.
We did the summer pool pass, we did the yard toys, we did the library summer reading program and playdates, but it was still bad.
This year? Now there are 3 and they already have a hard enough time getting along when they have been in school all day. Our newest addition is a bit on the "gimme it!" side with a touch of "you have that, I want it!" and a smidge of "I want more!" so that is making things a tad difficult. Don't get me wrong, I love all of my children, but I do have to say there are some days when they like to test that theory.
It is my first summer as a mom of 3. It is my first summer as an adoptive mom. It has been a hard year so far, but God has brought us all so far! My parents are coming to meet our new little boy for the first time next week. It was great that it worked out to be right after his 6th birthday. I know he is going to love them.
I have signed them all up for two VBS' this summer, so hopefully everyone will have a great time.
I love the Love & Logic books by Dr. Scott Turansky and Joanne Miller (I think its both of them?) and I do my best to utilize their ideas, cause man, they are fabulous! Sometimes I mess up, but that doesn't mean I need to stop trying! My biggest problem that I can't seem to get down pat without sounding sarcastic is the whole empathy thing. I have a really hard time, and it seems like no matter how hard I try, I come out sounding like I am a real dirtbag for being happy when they get in trouble. I know it is a heart thing, so I am working on it. But anyway, I have a bunch of their books to read over the summer and am re-reading a bunch as well.
I also subscribe to their newsletter and have gotten so many really cool ideas from them. So this summer we will be focusing on 7 major character traits, one per week. This week it is:
Honor: Treating people as special, doing more than what's expected, and having a good attitude.
I love this one, but it is definitely challenging. I recommend the book:
Say Goodbye to Whining, Complaining, and Bad Attitudes... in You and Your Kids
Scott Turansky & Joanne Miller
Its a great book about honor in your family.
That's it for now... until next time......only 70 more days until school!!!
A Mom's greatest job...
So I was thinking the other day, "Why does it seem like I am really bad at this whole 'Mom' thing sometimes?" And I think I've figured it out.
You always hear about those funny lists that people make about a Mom's true job description:
"The job titles that best matched a mom's definition of her work are (in order of hours spent per week): housekeeper, day care center teacher, cook, computer operator, facilities manager, van driver, psychologist, laundry machine operator, janitor and chief executive officer."
(http://swz.salary.com/momsalarywizard/htmls/mswl_momcenter.html )
And I laugh as I totally agree with all of those. But I have never seen a list with the number one job that a mom does. Above keeping house, above launderer and even above short-order cook.
And that is a cheerleader.
What in the world? I never wanted to be a cheerleader, in fact almost all of the cheerleaders I have ever met have been some of the most snooty, judgmental, fake people. You know the type, the "most popular" with all the attitude that comes along with it. Now, if you are a cheerleader (which I doubt anyone, much less a cheerleader, would be reading this) I probably don't know you, so you could be an exception to the rule, but I'm just saying what my experience has been.
I was the dork who stayed inside during recess to do extra algebra problems (for fun) in high school. I have had the pleasure of being ridiculed by every snobby, "I'm-better-than-you-are" cheerleader and cheerleader wanna-be. They are SO FAKE! Ok, I guess you get how I feel about them.
Anyway.
What is also not helping is the fact that I think I was born without a "mommy sympathy" bone.
Seriously.
This is a typical scenario in our house:
Kid: (while holding various body parts) "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (Ok, a quick run-down in my head: I picture Beaver's mom, June, in her apron swooping down on the Beav, holding him lovingly and proceed to bandage his scraped knee with a full leg cast complete with cookies and kisses with every layer. Of course he can't walk with all that bandage, so she carries him to the couch and proceeds to wait on him hand and foot for the remainder of the day. Ugh. I would have kicked him in the butt and said, "What the crap, be a man would ya? You bled all over my clean floor!" Geez. I quickly decide against either option, but for different reasons)
So this is what I do:
Kid: (Runs into the house holding various body parts)"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (with a bored look) "What happened?"
Kid: (Lifts various body parts to display some supposed obvious wound)"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (sighs, why didn't Beaver ever do that?) "Well I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened"
Kid: (Shakes said body part at me)"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (I think June must have been on drugs)"Ok, well, when you are ready to tell me what happened, I'll be over here."
Kid: Finally tells story of "life-threatening" injury with occasional sobs and sniffles.
Me: "Oh, suck it up, it's not even bleeding. You'll be fine."
(ok, this is what I really want to say, but obviously it wouldn't fly very well)
Me: (for real) "Oh, you poor thing, let me kiss it" (cheerleader drama!)
or what about this scenario:
Kid: "I can't do this! I'm so bad at it! I can't do anything right!"
Me: (have I mentioned I have a major aversion to drama?) "What's wrong?"
Kid: "This picture! I hate it! I can't draw anything! I'm horrible!"
Me: (good grief, where did I put that sympathy bone again?) "Oh honey, I'm sure it's fine, let me see"
Kid: "NO! It's terrible, I don't want it!" (they proceed to crumple it up)
Me: (sigh. I hate this part. I pick up the crumpled offender) "Oh wow! How beautiful is that?? I think you did a great job!! (I sneak a peek at them to see if they are buying this cartload. I can't make heads or tails out of this! Crud. What IS that?)
"I love how you used the purple here in this....um.....cake?"
Kid: (throws head down dramatically in hands and moans loudly) "I KNEW IT!! I STINK! That's not a cake, its a horse!!!" (more moaning) "I can't do anything right!"
Me: (oh, way to go mom. When are you going to learn not to guess??!! What would June do? {Besides more drugs}) "I am sorry honey, I saw this part and it looked like a cake to me, but now I see the horse, it's beautiful!" (I quickly scan through my inventory of "Things to Say When You Have Blown It Big-Time" I got nothing. I try to remember what all these books say, I've only read a couple hundred dozen parenting books...there HAS to be something!)
"Baby, I think you tried your best and that is what is the most important thing! I am proud of you!"
Kid: (grumps at me and proceeds to slam crumpled paper in the trash and stomp off)
I hate cheerleading. I am really bad at it. I mean REALLY bad.
I don't want to cheer these buggers on when they are acting like little brats! I don't think they deserve to be applauded for a cruddy attitude. Wait. I wonder where they get that attitude from anyway? Must be their father. Yeah, that's it.
Ok, seriously. Sometimes I get SO tired of the cheering. It feels so fake to me and I know they can see right through it. I wonder if that is how God feels with us sometimes when we keep screwing up?
Here is a question I have: "Does God ever roll his eyes at all our drama?
So here I am. Trying to improve my cheerleader skills. I bet June Cleaver was a cheerleader.
You always hear about those funny lists that people make about a Mom's true job description:
"The job titles that best matched a mom's definition of her work are (in order of hours spent per week): housekeeper, day care center teacher, cook, computer operator, facilities manager, van driver, psychologist, laundry machine operator, janitor and chief executive officer."
(http://swz.salary.com/momsalarywizard/htmls/mswl_momcenter.html )
And I laugh as I totally agree with all of those. But I have never seen a list with the number one job that a mom does. Above keeping house, above launderer and even above short-order cook.
And that is a cheerleader.
What in the world? I never wanted to be a cheerleader, in fact almost all of the cheerleaders I have ever met have been some of the most snooty, judgmental, fake people. You know the type, the "most popular" with all the attitude that comes along with it. Now, if you are a cheerleader (which I doubt anyone, much less a cheerleader, would be reading this) I probably don't know you, so you could be an exception to the rule, but I'm just saying what my experience has been.
I was the dork who stayed inside during recess to do extra algebra problems (for fun) in high school. I have had the pleasure of being ridiculed by every snobby, "I'm-better-than-you-are" cheerleader and cheerleader wanna-be. They are SO FAKE! Ok, I guess you get how I feel about them.
Anyway.
What is also not helping is the fact that I think I was born without a "mommy sympathy" bone.
Seriously.
This is a typical scenario in our house:
Kid: (while holding various body parts) "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (Ok, a quick run-down in my head: I picture Beaver's mom, June, in her apron swooping down on the Beav, holding him lovingly and proceed to bandage his scraped knee with a full leg cast complete with cookies and kisses with every layer. Of course he can't walk with all that bandage, so she carries him to the couch and proceeds to wait on him hand and foot for the remainder of the day. Ugh. I would have kicked him in the butt and said, "What the crap, be a man would ya? You bled all over my clean floor!" Geez. I quickly decide against either option, but for different reasons)
So this is what I do:
Kid: (Runs into the house holding various body parts)"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (with a bored look) "What happened?"
Kid: (Lifts various body parts to display some supposed obvious wound)"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (sighs, why didn't Beaver ever do that?) "Well I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened"
Kid: (Shakes said body part at me)"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Ow!Ow!Ow! Oh the pain!!, Etc. etc. yadda yadda"
Me: (I think June must have been on drugs)"Ok, well, when you are ready to tell me what happened, I'll be over here."
Kid: Finally tells story of "life-threatening" injury with occasional sobs and sniffles.
Me: "Oh, suck it up, it's not even bleeding. You'll be fine."
(ok, this is what I really want to say, but obviously it wouldn't fly very well)
Me: (for real) "Oh, you poor thing, let me kiss it" (cheerleader drama!)
or what about this scenario:
Kid: "I can't do this! I'm so bad at it! I can't do anything right!"
Me: (have I mentioned I have a major aversion to drama?) "What's wrong?"
Kid: "This picture! I hate it! I can't draw anything! I'm horrible!"
Me: (good grief, where did I put that sympathy bone again?) "Oh honey, I'm sure it's fine, let me see"
Kid: "NO! It's terrible, I don't want it!" (they proceed to crumple it up)
Me: (sigh. I hate this part. I pick up the crumpled offender) "Oh wow! How beautiful is that?? I think you did a great job!! (I sneak a peek at them to see if they are buying this cartload. I can't make heads or tails out of this! Crud. What IS that?)
"I love how you used the purple here in this....um.....cake?"
Kid: (throws head down dramatically in hands and moans loudly) "I KNEW IT!! I STINK! That's not a cake, its a horse!!!" (more moaning) "I can't do anything right!"
Me: (oh, way to go mom. When are you going to learn not to guess??!! What would June do? {Besides more drugs}) "I am sorry honey, I saw this part and it looked like a cake to me, but now I see the horse, it's beautiful!" (I quickly scan through my inventory of "Things to Say When You Have Blown It Big-Time" I got nothing. I try to remember what all these books say, I've only read a couple hundred dozen parenting books...there HAS to be something!)
"Baby, I think you tried your best and that is what is the most important thing! I am proud of you!"
Kid: (grumps at me and proceeds to slam crumpled paper in the trash and stomp off)
I hate cheerleading. I am really bad at it. I mean REALLY bad.
I don't want to cheer these buggers on when they are acting like little brats! I don't think they deserve to be applauded for a cruddy attitude. Wait. I wonder where they get that attitude from anyway? Must be their father. Yeah, that's it.
Ok, seriously. Sometimes I get SO tired of the cheering. It feels so fake to me and I know they can see right through it. I wonder if that is how God feels with us sometimes when we keep screwing up?
Here is a question I have: "Does God ever roll his eyes at all our drama?
So here I am. Trying to improve my cheerleader skills. I bet June Cleaver was a cheerleader.
Trying Out this Blogging Thing...
Ok, so I figure I've been wanting to try this blogging thing for awhile now. But I really didn't feel like going through all kinds of background info. More than likely no one is going to read this, so I am just going to jump straight into today and lace each blog with a bit of history. That way, on the off chance someone accidentally stumbles on this they won't be all, "What in the WORLD??" :)
Ok, so today...I was kind of in a rush getting out of the house this morning and rushing the kids out the door. (If you are a mom, you know exactly what I mean) Usually I am a big time planner and have my time all scheduled out so that we are out the door in plenty of time, but every now and then....well it just doesn't work out that way. Ok, back to the story. So I am in the car waiting for my oldest son (7) to join the rest of us so we can go. Earlier he had run out to the car in search of a toy and apparently he noticed a mosquito hawk perched in front of my back tire. Instead of getting in the car like I was asking him to do, he came around to my window and motioned me to roll it down. Which I did with an exasperated look. Then it began:
Me: "Sweetie, get in the car, its time to go."
Jake: "But Mom! There's a bug!"
Me: "Ok, thats nice, please get in the car."
Jake: "MOM! Its right in front of your tire! You are going to run it over!"
Me: "No I won't, I promise, now get in the car please!"
Jake: "But Mom, you will, its RIGHT there!"
Me: (Getting really aggravated now) Jacob, I am telling you I WILL NOT RUN OVER THE BUG! It is in front of my tire, and we are going backwards, therefore I will not squish the bug. Now GET. IN. THE. CAR."
Jake: (Looks at the bug, looks at the tire, looks at me.) "But your front tire will squish it!"
Me: (So extremely frustrated I could scream) Jacob. Get in the car RIGHT now."
He stomps foot and begrudgingly gets into the car. I make a BIG show of turning my wheel all the way so that we actually go over the curb instead of squish the poor mosquito hawk. He is happy, I can even see a satisfied smile on his face. Yes! Go me! I made supermom status before 8am.
Fast forward a bit. Now I am saying goodbyes before school, zipping coats and passing out kisses. I kneel down to zip my youngest son's coat and when I finish I stand up and step back.
CRUNCH/SQUISH!!!!
Jake: (Aghast) "MOM!"
Me: "Oh, no. What was that?"
Jake: (starts sobbing)
I look down at a blob of black with yellow something coming out of it. Oh, great. A stink bug. Ugh!
Me: "Oh baby, I am SO sorry! It was an accident, I didn't know it was there!"
Jake: (More crying, with a touch of anger. He crosses his arms angrily, scowls and grumps)
Me: "Jake, really, I am so sorry honey. I really am sorry!"
He stomps off to school, glaring at me over his shoulder.
I just lost hero status in a split second. I know this sounds like he is a horrid kid, but really he isn't, he is actually one of the easiest kids ever. He just has a bad day every now and then.
Bright side: At least I have a super sensitive son! :)
Go me.
Ok, so today...I was kind of in a rush getting out of the house this morning and rushing the kids out the door. (If you are a mom, you know exactly what I mean) Usually I am a big time planner and have my time all scheduled out so that we are out the door in plenty of time, but every now and then....well it just doesn't work out that way. Ok, back to the story. So I am in the car waiting for my oldest son (7) to join the rest of us so we can go. Earlier he had run out to the car in search of a toy and apparently he noticed a mosquito hawk perched in front of my back tire. Instead of getting in the car like I was asking him to do, he came around to my window and motioned me to roll it down. Which I did with an exasperated look. Then it began:
Me: "Sweetie, get in the car, its time to go."
Jake: "But Mom! There's a bug!"
Me: "Ok, thats nice, please get in the car."
Jake: "MOM! Its right in front of your tire! You are going to run it over!"
Me: "No I won't, I promise, now get in the car please!"
Jake: "But Mom, you will, its RIGHT there!"
Me: (Getting really aggravated now) Jacob, I am telling you I WILL NOT RUN OVER THE BUG! It is in front of my tire, and we are going backwards, therefore I will not squish the bug. Now GET. IN. THE. CAR."
Jake: (Looks at the bug, looks at the tire, looks at me.) "But your front tire will squish it!"
Me: (So extremely frustrated I could scream) Jacob. Get in the car RIGHT now."
He stomps foot and begrudgingly gets into the car. I make a BIG show of turning my wheel all the way so that we actually go over the curb instead of squish the poor mosquito hawk. He is happy, I can even see a satisfied smile on his face. Yes! Go me! I made supermom status before 8am.
Fast forward a bit. Now I am saying goodbyes before school, zipping coats and passing out kisses. I kneel down to zip my youngest son's coat and when I finish I stand up and step back.
CRUNCH/SQUISH!!!!
Jake: (Aghast) "MOM!"
Me: "Oh, no. What was that?"
Jake: (starts sobbing)
I look down at a blob of black with yellow something coming out of it. Oh, great. A stink bug. Ugh!
Me: "Oh baby, I am SO sorry! It was an accident, I didn't know it was there!"
Jake: (More crying, with a touch of anger. He crosses his arms angrily, scowls and grumps)
Me: "Jake, really, I am so sorry honey. I really am sorry!"
He stomps off to school, glaring at me over his shoulder.
I just lost hero status in a split second. I know this sounds like he is a horrid kid, but really he isn't, he is actually one of the easiest kids ever. He just has a bad day every now and then.
Bright side: At least I have a super sensitive son! :)
Go me.
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