The terrible 3.5's and she doesn't even drop the F-bomb

BB really is a good kid. He is quite articulate and lovable, most of the time. He has taken to throwing some hellacious fits these days. We have been under a lot of stress from varying factors and I can see that affecting the way BB and BG act.

I truly want to shelter them but at the same time I find myself treating them like little adults. They are expected to be responsible for their outbursts and deal with their feelings. As harsh as that sounds I literally tell them every day how AWESOME they are and that they can do anything they dream.

Most likely I am raising little contradictions who will be forced to seek therapy at an early age (providing there is not an apocalypse first). I just don't want them to have false expectations about the world. At the same time I want them to have strong self confidence and be little kids.

I don't think I am an unreasonable mom. BG was crying after every ballet practice this last term, so instead of pushing her to do one more plié we stopped going after her last recital. The teacher was making her cry because she wasn't disciplined enough. She's FIVE! I want her to smile not cry. If it isn't for her then it isn't for me.

The same goes for BB, though at 3.5 there is not much more that pre-school. He loves it! He is good there, actually he is good in any public setting. I think it is just Mom he presses buttons with. I admit I have turned to a few of the nanny 911 tactics. I am not ashamed. The Screaming, that is apt to burst many an eardrum, during one of those sessions is less than appealing. I think however that I see progress.

I try to recall how BG was at this age and I scan through past blogs for insight. I don't think I quite have this motherhood thing figured out but this is what I do know...

I love my kids with every ounce and fiber of my being. I think they are stupendous little beings with infinite potential. Life will never throw at them more than they can handle and I will provide them the n'th degree of support until I shuffle off this mortal coil.

Oh and Sweetheart-CS-DH-the Hotness himself. I love you too.

PLGC -out

the one where she flips grammar the bird!

I could title this blog how I went from NABLOPOMO to 1 post per month, but I won't. I get home at the end of the day and the last thing I want to do is log into the computer. My ass is up at 5:00am these days to get into the office on time. I leave work drive around for two hours, with a purpose mind you. Drive, pick up the BG, drive, pick up the BB, drive home. Cook dinner, settle the kids down, eat dinner, kids play time/mom art time/clean time/whatever really needs done time. Bedtime business for the kids, the regime of face care for mom. Story time, lights out? Nope the BB usually sticks in as long as possible. I realize this blog doesn't even contain complete let alone grammatically correct sentences.

I want to sit here and write something witty, something that makes you say hey I will come back to read that. BAM! It seems as if I have not done that in a while y'all. I am just so fucking tired lately, and tired of my excuses too. <--look I used a serial comma.

Well I am in the process of getting an attitude adjustment. I really hope that comes with an increase in energy level too. A friend recommended an herbalist that she sees, I am going to call. I need something right now to help my body match the OOMPH going on in my brain. The time is now, if I don't get off my ass soon I will be 10 months closer to 34, SHIT I have got to get his going!

Never go to Michaels the weekend of Thanksgiving.

That is it really. I have nothing more to say, Oh wait, I have one more thing to say. Don't go to Wal-mart either.
Fine I will elaborate, but only slightly because I am freaking tired and out of sorts and I have to be at work at 6:00 am. I warned you that I was out of sorts. I have to get ready for T-Day. I am making no-bake cheesecake petit fours courtesy of the Domestic Goddess. I stumbled onto her site by looking up petit fours recipes. I am also making Posole, and Cranberry Apple Relish (I'll include the exact recipe here as soon as I find it.) This paragraph is having trouble coming to a point, so moving on...

Those are some of the reasons I ventured into the outer regions of Hell and then Hell itself. To bake and to craft and to feed my family for the next week, on a limited budget. I ended up with more than I went into get, but that is the cliche that is my life.

My kiddos were on the whole well behaved. Though there were a couple of times that complete strangers stared at me as if I were a monster. My mom would have given me a swift smack and that would have been that. What was my crime? I threatened to leave the basket on the aisle and go home, I counted to 2 1/2, I must be a damned abomination!

I parked 5 miles from the store and had to push 2 kids (in one of those badly designed double seated with the seatbelts broken kind of basket) and $175 worth of groceries up hill to the car.
I admit I almost wasn't up to the challenge.

I am tempted to strike through this entire post because it is so whiny. I hate whining. I think I need a time-out. Either that or I should park this blog right here and go straight home, without all the stuff I came in for. PLGC-out