Changing my ways

So, remind me to not always be "the nice one."

Even after being "the nice one" I still get screwed in the end.

So ... while I won't become "the bitch," I will become "the nice one who isn't a floor mat."

Enough said.

More random thoughts ...

... and in no particular order ....

• I am sick. Not just "I am not feeling 100%" sick, I feel like I could crawl under the covers and die for a few hours ... ugh. I prod on.


• I am trying to decide on a web hosting company for A Thought Outside the Box. I know its not rocket science, but I am CONFUSED!


• I am waiting on my sister's co-worker to create my logo. Judas Priest woman, I am asking for a simple logo - not a masterpiece - if you cannot effing get it done, TELL ME!


• I have to pee but I refuse to use a bathroom at a public health facility (I know, I know ... ).


• I hung up the last of the new blinds for the house yesterday. They look AWESOME!


• I am half way finished with painting the kitchen .... if I didn't feel so shitty I would finish it ASAP!


• Big J's birthday is in ten days. Holy shit, he is going to be FOUR ... where has time gone????


• Little j is still not talking ..... no further comment. If he refuses to talk, so do I!


• I took another 2 days off next week ... I wonder if my boss is starting to think that something is up ... fine by me.


• I really wish I could find a kind-hearted soul who wants to help me create my website ... without costing me an arm and a leg. Anyone know an intern?????


• This morning, I woke up with the kids, I got the kids ready, I stopped and picked up breakfast for my husband ... um, who is sick and who is spoiled?


• I am proud of my friend who is handling her divorce with dignity.


• I wish I could help my middle sister with her $$ and husband ... but, at some point, you make your bed and you must lie in it.


• Is it Friday yet?


• I need a vacation ... just a few more weeks til a trip home to Florida!!!!!!

I still really have to pee .............

Sticks and Stones

So, we are getting out of the car last night for swim lessons and Big J says, "out of my way fat lady."

WTF?!?!?!!?

E asks him to repeat what he said and Big J says, "the kids at school said Mommy is fat, so I said Mommy is fat."

E proceeds to question Big J about who said what. Big J says that his friend, little Frank (there are two Franks in his class ... I didn't know "Frank" was such a popular name!), said that Big J's Mommy is fat.

E tries to tell him that he should protect his Mommy and tell other kids to be nice.

OK ... so, my issue? Is it bad that hearing a 4 year old think I am fat actually HURT?! I mean, here I am busting my tail every morning to get to Spin classes, watching what I eat and some punk brat kid is going to tell my son that his mom is fat??? Has anyone let this punk know that I have lost 30 pounds this year??????

I want to kick some ass, and I want to kick it now!

Obviously the emotional scars from this issue from the past NEVER go away.

In the meantime, I think I remember Frank's Mom and she was some big trailer-trash woman. I hope she hears it from her kid some day. Pay back is a bitch.

A place to sit

Our new couch was delivered last night. After three long months without (my husband and his over-zealous ways threw out our old one before I could blink ... our family of four and various visitors all had to share an Ikea chair and old Lazy Day ... I digress). Its sharp. I wasn't too fond of it at first ... but after seeing it in teh room, with the new paint ... I like it .... Now to get the ottoman, art for the walls, kitchen painted, dining room color picked out, dining room table ..... AH! nevermind!!!

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Who are you and what did you do with my child?

So, last night, we are sitting at dinner after Big J's swim lessons (leftover Chinese .... no time to cook with 5:30 lessons!. Big J is done eating, Little j gets put in bed and I (AKA; the maid) have to start cleaning up.

E asks Big J if he would like to watch a show, Big J replies, "Nope, no show, I think I am going to help Mommy."

Huh? What? Did I just hear someone say they want to help Mommy???

Waiting for the punch line, I inquire, "you mean you want me to get you a snack ro something and you are going to help?"

"No, Mommy, I want to help you clean up the kitchen."

And with that, my beautiful 3-soon-to-be-4-year-old, learns how to wash dishes, load the dishwasher, wipe up the counter, take out the recycling, and clean the high chair.

After every task, I asked him, "Are you ready to stop or do you want to learn more?"

Each time he replied, "No Mommy, I am having fun helping you."

When the last task was completed he asked, "Is it OK if I am done now?"

He hugged me and we sat down to watch Shark Week together. While we were sitting there, I thanked him an asked what made him want to help me this evening.

His reply? "No one ever helps you Mommy and I didn't want you to be so tired."

:) I love my little boy.