I Made This Trip My Biiatchh

It's no surprise to me now when I do something that reminds me of my Mom. Every child has that moment in their adult life when they realize they've just morphed into the very person they swore when they were younger would never morph into. My moment has long since passed. But last night I was reminded again of how much my mother is in me. When preparing for a trip for example, my mother has a certain....technique if you will. Much of this technique involved packing the night before, including food and drinks. The house was cleaned as if it was a matter of life and death . The rest of the process involved waking up at a God awful hour at like saay 4 am to finish packing and load the car. But neither of my parents would ever wake me up that early...noo I would get woken up like 20 minutes before my parents wanted to leave. Giving my 5-17 yr old self no time to prepare for the long excursion ahead. And considering we usually went to TN to see my grandparents and that was a good 10 hours away, a girl needed ample time to get her things together. Because clearly I was never prepared.
 Flashforward to now, a 2_ yr old mother of 1. I am notorious for saying I'll leave at a certain time, and then 2 hours later I'm leaving for real. Because again, I'm clearly never prepared. I wish I could blame it on Kenny and how long it takes him to get ready or for me to pack his things. No, it's usually me who's debating on whether or not to bring certain clothes or how many books do I think I can read while I'm away. So when I told my family in VA what time I was leaving to come visit for the Thanksgiving holiday I knew they were secretly thinking " ok she says she's leaving at 6:30...add 3 hours and that's what time she'll REALLY be leaving." I was determined to make this trip as easy as possible to start. And also prove to myself that I can be as prepared as the other members of my family are when it comes to traveling. After I got home from work I started my planning. I packed a snack bag worthy to feed at least 5 hungry people. I got Kenny and my clothes packed and clothes for the morning were laid out. Breakfast was made for me in the morning and all the dishes were done. House had been vacuumed, floors mopped and laundry was folded ( mostly). Kenny had a toy bag with a variety of things to hopefully keep him occupied. I included new things too so there would be a couple of " surprises" throughout the trip. I loaded all items into the car and was in bed exactly when I wanted to be which was 8:30. On.The.Dot. I was proud of myself, thinking I had clearly conquered the art of packing the night before. But the waking up early part still had to be done. But I was up at 4:50 am as if I had been doing it my whole life. And that's when it hit me..again.. for like the 100th time. I am my mother. As I pulled out of my driveway at 5:50 I knew she would be proud of me. I was clearly prepared this time around. What I was still not prepared for though. was 30 minutes into a 8 hour trip, my passenger calling out " Are we there yet?"






I hope everyone has a safe and Happy Thanksgiving!

Playtime Isn't Forever...

I think I'm at the age where playtime may require a 5 minute warm up session beforehand just so I can survive. I had this revelation about the time I was on my hands and knees whinnying like a horse. I also had the revelation I should probably vacuum more as I was " galloping" around the living room. Oh the joys of playtime.
Before playing the ever popular horsie routine, Kenny and I were robots. The Mommy robot's sole purpose was to tickle the Kenny robot which lead to him screaming wildly and dashing through the house. I stayed in character of course. The screaming was so intense for a minute I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors were wondering what exactly was going on over here.
 After that Spiderman made an appearance along with Batman who got a scolding for not using his powers right. Like any 3 year old boy, Kenny takes playing superheros pretty seriously. Batman tried at one point to convince Spiderman that he needed a nap which resulted in another scolding. I thought about arguing about how even superheros need their rest so they can fight crime and all the bad guys but I was afraid that might push Spidey over the edge.
       I sometimes want nothing more then to skip playtime and just lay down on the floor while Kenny runs around my motionless body. Because after rushing out the door at 7:30 am, working all day, coming home, throwing together a somewhat decent meal, waiting as the kid takes 40 minutes to eat said meal, cleaning up it takes just about all the energy I have left to devote to playtime. But then I remember that he's not going to always want to play superheros with me. So I'll take the knee bruising from the galloping, the scoldings from Spiderman and the ringing in my ears from the high pitch screaming. What I don't think I could take is the regret I'd have when he's heading off to college and realizing I missed out on all the years I could have spent just having fun. As parents, we're always going to be tired. Ok, really ,REALLY tired. But we're not always going to have these moments with our children where they want nothing more then to just play with you. <3

A Quick Shout Out...

To all the home boys in the Wal-Mart parking lot...scuse you? Who do you think you are speaking like that around a woman and her son?  Had I known before I got back to my car it was me you were referring to, and had my son not been with me, I would have given you all a little more then a piece of my mind.  My son knows how to respect and treat a lady better then all of you put together. Quit groping me with your eyes fool and yelling inappropriate things to me across the effin parking lot. I was not flaunting anything, no part of my body was hanging out, I'm just a mom with her son trying to shop. Let me hear talk like that again around my child and the gloves are comin off. Because my son will not hear his mother being compared to that of a piece of meat. He will not grow up thinking it's ok to "holla" at a woman by yelling about her butt in the middle of the effin road. He will not whistle at her like she's a dog or call her names other then the one she was born with.  I'm glad he was clueless enough to not hear the profanity coming out of your mouth because I would have come over there and smacked you in it had he heard you. You want a woman like me?  Then you better learn how to respect that @$$ before you try and get a piece of it. Oh and another thing....pull your *BLEEPIN* pants up.