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.