Running Commentary

better-but still? A horrible mom. July 07 2007

Brendan ended up sleeping out at a friends camp (what we call cottages here) last night. So after dinner in town with my mother putting the finishing touches on feffie’s wedding, I came home relaxed, refreshed & slightly over stuffed.  After consulting my brilliantly edumacted internet lovah and my wacked out mother, I came up with some short term and long term solutions for my Noah, who has been so nasty lately.

And it’s totally all my fault….of course it is.

Clue number one being he NEVER acts this way for anyone else…only me…not in school, not even with Chris.

Up until about a month ago he didn’t act like this with me.

I have been on the phone or computer far too much during the day for whatever reasons. FAR TOO MUCH and not paying enough attention to him.  And then we walk to my mom’s where…her and I chat about wedding stuff and family stuff and guess what? It’s not all about him there either.

AND for some unknown reason? I do not follow through with my threats of punishment with him. I was/am so consistent with Brendan, he KNOWS I mean business. But NOah? He knows I’ll just leave it and he’ll get it anyway.

Today has been better. I’ve made every effort to not ignore him. I even have my saturday morning phone/internet chat with Feffie without incident.  We haven’t had one real issue with him today.

Sometimes I need a slap in the face.

Now if only Brit leaved close enough to work with him, I would totally pay her in baked goods.

BREATH…breath…don’t kill anyone. July 06 2007

OH

MY
GOD.

Noah has reached a new level of defiante.

He has called me an idiot and stupid already today.

Clearly a visit to the newly non-smoking Grandmother is out of the question.

However, tethered to a pole in the basement is not!

He has also already lost the privilage of sleeping in the tent in the backyard with me Daddy tonight.

Mommy needs a break and as soon as Chris comes home I am out of here.

He can clean up the blood hold down the fort.

Seriously? Can you imagine calling your mother an idiot?

As in “You WILL take me to Nanny’s you idiot!”

I don’t even call his father an idiot even when he is one!

And now he is spitting at me cause he has misplaced some cars that have been scattered about the kitchen for a the last few days…I hate to say it but …I told him so.(I totally did…Noah I am not picking up these cars and they will be lost under the dishwasher and the fridge.)

And now he is being sweet to me.

I am telling him I am still angry at how he was acting(Because seriously it’s been like 4 minutes tops)…Does he like getting in trouble and not going to Nanny’s?

Noooo, Mommy.

And now he’s walking away…probably silently calling me some horrible name that would’ve gotten me the wooden the spoon had I even THOUGHT those words at 4.

2.5hrs…that’s all I need.

And possibly and exorcist.

Out of The Mouths Of Babes (or Buggers) July 05 2007

“Mommy why are you fat? I don’t like you fat”

I don’t have an answer good enough for him.

But lately I’ve been trying to show him that evil side of food.

Mommy is fat because she ate too much junk food and stopped running and so I got fat.

I don’t know what else to tell him. He’s not buying it.

I do not eat an exceeding amount of junk food. I don’t! Shut up chocolate boy!

It is totally my exercise level. Which is slowly picking up. For now my walks include a four yr old and sometimes an 11 yr old so we don’t far…but on evenings that I am free I walk alone (like Johnny Cash..no wait…he walked the line…nevermind).

Part of me wants to yell “YEAH I GET IT YOU DON’T LIKE MY FAT ASS…ENOUGH ALREADY”

But to him he’s not being rude, he’s merely stating facts and possibly concern.

Little bastard