Forming his own opinions, growing up.... am I ready for this?

I look at Kiddo some days and can hardly recognize him. He used to be so small, so adorable. Now he's so huge. He's still very cute (I admit I know I'm biased) but I wonder how it all happened so fast? He's not a baby anymore. He's not a toddler anymore. Shoot, he's hardly even a "little kid" anymore. He's growing up, learning things from other people, other kids - things where I look at him and wonder where he came up with that. Where he heard it before and how on earth he knows what such a big word means to even use it correctly in a sentence. He more than just thinks for himself now. He also has a knack for blurting things out at times when perhaps he should keep him mouth shut. And there's how he has his own take and opinion on everything. His opinion that while it must somehow be influenced by his mother and father -- is still his very own.

It's almost scary, ok no, it is scary that Kiddo now forms his own opinions about things. About people. People like his mom. Yesterday he said, "You're funny." I said, "I am?" and he went on to explain, "Yes, you make me laugh sometimes - you're funny." Ok, I am funny. I crack my husband up a lot and more recently my son too. The scary part is he came up with this on his own... so like, uh.... what's he think when I yell? or when I'm like just go away and leave me be for 15 min.? Oh dear.

My son is no longer a little kid. Yeah, he's only 7 years old and he's only on his 4th week of 2nd grade -- but he's quickly become a rather interesting and intriguing person. How'd that happen?

Today on I'm a terrible mother - Mom doesn't go to "Back To School Night"

I'm currently reading I Don't Know How She Does It and honestly, although I've yet to work outside of our home since the birth of my son over 7 years ago (for some reason working from home and getting paid for it doesn't count to most people) I can relate to this book so much it's almost painful. That whole need to be perfect, the automatic mode of always trying to remember everything and get everything done. The complete and utter head spinning it can feel like inside.

Anyway, my latest terrible mom moment was this evening. I didn't go to the "Back To School Night" at Kiddo's school. I've gone every year, but not this one. Last year I went alone (hubby stayed home with Kiddo since children aren't allowed - he was happy to get out of going of course) and learned exactly nothing new about the school and what was going to happen, etc. Last year at the "Back To School Night" was also when I got sucked into being the Room Parent and volunteering for a crazy amount of things. Maybe that is, in part why I just wanted to avoid going this year? I don't know. But I admit, I do feel like this is a failure on my part. It doesn't matter I was completely exhausted. It doesn't matter I'd already spent 1.5 hours helping Kiddo with homework. I didn't make it to "Back To School Night" for his 2nd grade class. Period. Blah.

Why? Why do I/we (Mother's) do this to ourselves. My husbands response was more along the line of Oh Please, like it really matters. Get over it. What did I expect. He is a man. He never reads the Kiddo's papers, he visits the school once a year for the Open House and that's it. He doesn't get it. I wish I didn't get it.

Whatever. It's 7:30 p.m. and I need to log off and go make a lovely homecooked meal for my family.

So I got a new monitor

That is one of many reasons I hadn't posted much over the last month. My monitor was dying; having internal earthquakes, gray and white flashing lines across it; making high pitched noises which caused my techie husband to yell, "Turn it off! It's going to explode!"

So yeah, I'm a huge dork. I did before and after photos *snort*

My husband is very jealous now and is desperately wanting his own flat screen, flat panel. This is the first time ever I've had something a little better than him as far as computer crap goes. Ha. He did think I was the biggest loser ever though for taking before and after pics.

Anywho - now my excuse for not posting on le blog can no longer be connected to my monitor. I'm sure I'll come up with something.... ;)

Donald Trump's dog

*hahaha* That is too adorable on the doggie. Horrible on The Donald, but cute on the doggie.

Pic from The JJB.

Butt Paste & Peanut Butter M&M's

*passing out Peanut Butter M&M's*

Day 2 of my cycle and I finally got my period. Niiiiiice. How on earth. I don't even know. Not sure I even want to know. Started the new pack of pills, on day 2 and I get my period. This would explain why I'm sitting here downing Peanut Butter M&M's. That would also explain the lunch of Cool Ranch Doritos I had today. At least other than those 2 things I haven't eaten anything else so it could be much worse. I can say I'll try to eat some semi decent food for dinner, but I wouldn't hold your breath on that one.

So, I got to buy Butt Paste today for the kid. I'd leave it at that but have to mention that blood dripping from your 7 year olds behind is enough to make you have a very bad, very stressed out, emotional day. Yesterday sucked. 'Nuff said on that topic though the fact that they named it Butt Paste totally cracks me up.


I'm going to take a nap now.

The End.

Freakin' A!

Does this $hit happen to other people? or is it just me?

I'm trying to get some laundry done - you know, in between cleaning the bathroom, kiddo's homework (he is supposed to read to me for at least 15 min.), etc. And my frick-frackin' key breaks off in the laundry room door. Oh.my.gawd. I am so not a happy camper right now.

Finally got a hold of my husband he is soooooo helpful. He offers me this fantastically, amazingly helpful advice. "Just don't lock yourself out of the apartment in the meantime." Wow. Wish I'd thought of that. Thanks so much man.