Hurry Up Friday. I'm Over This Week.

The next time I pray I'm going to ask God for more hours in the day so I might have a chance in getting some things done. I felt as if I were failing in life today. Kenny woke up...or shall I say GOT up before I did this morning and prances in my room to get me up. 10 minutes later he was in his room for being ugly and it progressively got more difficult to do anything with him. I miss the mornings (which were not that long ago ) where I had almost an hour just to myself to wake up, shower, and get ready for the day. But for the last two mornings, no matter what time I put him to bed he's up at the crack of dawn. Boo. So I had 1 unhappy child for most of the morning, along with a kitchen floor that I wouldn't let a dog eat off of, carpet that hadn't been vacuumed since sometime last week, and clothes strewn about as if closets didn't exist. And of course, NO TIME to take care of it. I hate leaving my house dirty.....because I really hate coming home to it dirty. Everything just seemed to be in complete chaos this morning and it was just too much. I made it out the door on time and cried most of the way to work. It wasn't just the fact that my house was dirty and nothing seemed to be going right, but there are just some mornings where I feel every ounce the single mother I am. I hope that made sense. I'm too tired to really care though :). I'm certainly not complaining. There are single mother's out there who have it worse then I do. And I am very much aware of how blessed I am. But I woke up and didn't want to do this alone anymore. And I don't mean "alone " in the sense of not having ANY support. My family is simply amazing and I have the best group of friends. Ever. But I don't think I really need to explain the kind of alone I mean :). Hopefully the day is coming where what will change. Until then, it's just me, a kid, and the chaos that is my house.

The Battle of The Two's

I got home at 6:00 pm last night. Kenny threw fits from 6:05 till bedtime which was at 9. Usually it's 7:30 but he was so busy pushing my buttons dinner was pushed back an hour and a half. I did remarkably well by keeping my patience. It wasn't untill bedtime that I started to crack. EVERYTHING was a fight. Whether it was brushing his teeth or which book to read, nothing made him happy. I must have repeated myself over 100 times last night trying to get him to either say yes ma'am or please or just simply obey. I thought I was going to lose it. Somehow I got him into bed and I prayed he would wake up a happier child. I've learned that staying calm is extremely important. You don't want them to see you're about to crack because then it just gives them more reasons to push your buttons till they win. I've learned to do some things to keep calm. 1: WALK AWAY. If you want your child to live to see his or her next birthday...just walk away till you can rationally think. 2: Eat lots of chocolate. 3: Invest in some earplugs. And when those things fail.....pack up their bags and send em to the neighbors :). Kidding. I've only done 2 of those things and for those who know me well enough they can probably guess them. So last night was my first glimpse of the The Two's. I'm still not going to say the terrible two's but "trying" is most certainly not the right description for what I encountered last night. So after three hours of fighting The Two's I came out on the other side tired, bald, but victorious.

Who's Yer Daddy?

Kenny and I were at the store one day recently getting some necessities and I always make him help me. This helps the whole grocery shopping experience and he loves feeling like he's contributing. So he's sitting in the cart taking all the things I give him and arranging them just so and anytime we pass a lady he'll point and say " Mommy", to which I'll reply " Yes, that probably is someone's Mommy". But lately he's taking a liking to pointing and calling every male he sees Daddy. It will often evoke chuckles from the men passing by but it always embarresses me. Naturally I correct him and tell him that that's not his daddy but he continues to do it anyways. Well, it was all fun and games till the black gentleman behind us in the check out line. He was at least 50 something, and looked like he had a rough life. Anyways, Kenny was helping me put everything up on the counter when he stopped, turned to the man, pointed and loudly exclaimed " DADDY!" The man's eyes got big, and his head immediately went down, and I immediately turned every shade of red you could think of. I think I mumbled an apology while throwing bags as fast as I could in the cart. It's better then the time my friend's daughter decided to take off her clothes in the middle of McDonalds and streak. But I have a feeling Kenny's not far off. Kids.