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Did you hear it? About 6:30 this morning? Sort of a muffled tearing?

That was me. My heart broke.

My baby boy, Logan, broke it into a thousand pieces.

I was doing my morning romp around the computer when he came in with some shoes that are on the “no use” shelf. Too small for Joseph, but too big for Logan.

“Joseph told me I could wear these.”

“Not yet, they’re still too big for you.”

“But he SAID I could!”

“I know and you can but not til your foot gets bigger”

Much wailing and then the thump of landing on his butt, crying big fat tears. I thought it was the standard ‘can’t have what I want’ crying.

“You really really CAN wear these when you get a little bigger, Logie, but right now, they’d make you trip.”

“Nooooooo! They make me FASSSSTTTTTTTTTEEEEERRRRRRR!”

More crying ensues, and I sit down next to him. This is just too disproportionate to the problem at hand.

“Did someone tell you you were slow?”

“Yesh”

“Who?”

“Daniel.”

And that’s when my heart broke. Because he was tearing apart his closet because obviously new shoes would make him faster, of course. He’s 4.

I told him that for a 4 year old he was really fast. And that he’d get even faster when he got older. And that he was faster than me and I’m a grownup.

Then I told him Daniel was mean.

Does that make me a bad mother?

The weekend…

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Ok, so a couple of random things that are on my mind and I’d like them out please.

*So – I think Joseph really benefitted from his Special Ed in summer school. Because, he finished kindergarten reading at a PRE-K level. However, he’s been shouting out words when he sees them – and he’s correct. Before, he wouldn’t even try. Maybe we passed a hump?

*I realized that I maybe sound either pompous or like an idiot talking about my housecleaner out one side of the mouth, and then money woes out the other. The truth is, I only hire housecleaners when my in-laws are going to be in the house. I figure if professionals do it, and it’s still not good enough, I’ve officially done all I can do. And I get a clean house out of the deal. The rest of the time, our guests get my frugal haphazard cleaning. But it’s okay, because they’re happy just to spend time with their friend, which is the whole point you know?

*DISCLAIMER: Honey, I love you. I do. Spending time with you is time excellently spent. That being said… My kids are going to Big Bear with the in-laws Poe thinks he’s going to tag along so he can see his aunt he hasn’t seen in years. I’m not going, because, well… those in the know know. Do you know what this means?

Do you??

The house. All of it. To myself. I can have it be quiet. Silent. Solitude. This is a freakin’ dream. It doesn’t happen often, and I love my family, but just the rarity of it makes it a treat. Because it comes right before the next random thing.

*School starts next week. I’m about to jump feetfirst straight into a land of principals (again), occupational therapists, and stepford wives. Oh and they haven’t sent the packet as promised, so I have no idea who my son’s teacher is, nor the room he needs to go to on the first day, nor whether he’s early bird or late bird. That last one’s fine, since they’re all early birds for the first two weeks, but I’d sure love to know where the hell to go on the first day.

*Go me! I think I have all the school supplies. Except for a couple that are teacher specific. That I can’t get. See above.

Oh. My. Gosh.

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Do you ever have those days in which every single damn thing your kids do just drive you up a frickin’ wall? I mean really? Do you need to scream THAT much? Really? Do you really have to whine THAT much? I mean, dude. You’ve both been on this earth a respective 6 and 4 years. The rules have never changed. They have never gotten bent to stop the whining. What makes you think it’ll happen now. All it serves to do is make me mad. That’s all.

Oh, and this whole only listening to daddy thing? So over it.

Dude. Hand over the Excedrin.

Kids at work

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A couple bits of randomness…

No WWWDW today… No one has sent in any questions. Thinking of abandoning the project due to lack of interest.

On the kid front… Just had to get this down, so I don’t forget. Logan says “Leaky Mouse” instead of “Mickey Mouse.” He thinks he’s saying it right. It’s one of those things I make him say over and over because it makes me giggle. I’m mean.

I have Logan with me at work today… I had to. My boss is gone, so I have to be here, and we had a babysitting emergency. So – I’ve got him watching movies. I’ve got snacks, I’ve got toys. Got his favorite soft blanket. So here’s hoping he’ll stay entertained so I can work – and last the whole day. It’s been one of those days where you have to do what you have to do. Period. No whining, just get it done. I’ve never had to do this before, I’ve always managed a way before. Not today though – not enough notice. Our babysitter was in the hospital last night, and may go back again. I don’t know what’ll happen tomorrow. Oy.

I seem to be boring, but life is never boring, that’s for sure.

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