Grab some popcorn, a drink and sit back and relax: I've got a doozy for ya.
The previous post? That was 9 am this morning. A mere 31/2 hours since his father so lovingly left him in my care, he proceeded to yank the heavy glass table top off of our kitchen table, sending it crashing to the ground as we were quite literally walking out the door. Relax, he's fine.
But our wood floor is not. If we were ever in denial about needing to replace it, we no longer are.
Lucky for Jaxson, I was scheduled to take a Yoga class after dropping Ry off at school, so at least I was able to relieve something -- although I almost got it back, when after telling the class why I was in such a horrible mood, one lady offered up this piece of advice:
"Maybe he's just trying to get some attention."
Yeah, and maybe you'd like my fist in your face. Namaste.
Took me half the morning to clean up the glass, so for those of you still waiting on Christmas cards...keep waiting.
The afternoon actually did get better, Ryan's teacher was so proud of her because when the class realized that one little bot was without a Christmas bell (they read the Polar Express), she offered up hers. Then when we got home, she informed me, "You know, Mom, some people think I'm cool."
"Oh yeah? Who?"
Which is always good to hear from your 4 yr old daughter.
Later, Ryan, Emma, Jaxson and I were hanging out in the backyard, and I actually found myself in a serious debate over why the people in the house behind us never ever jump on their 2-month-old trampoline.
Ryan: "They were on it the other day, throwing things at my head."
This led us to another of our favorite conversations: Real vs. Pretend.
After discovering that no one had thrown anything at Ryan, we continued our debate:
Emma: "Maybe they're afraid they'll be tempted by the Devil and start throwing things.
ry: "Why don't we just go over there and just ask them?
Mom: "Naw, they're older and they're boys. You don't wanna mess with them."
Emma: "I had to mess with an older boy today. He was being mean to my friend, so I twisted his arm like this (demonstrates).
"Mom: "So you nun-chucked a 4th grader?" (I have no idea what nun-chucking is, but I'm pretty sure it sounded cool to a 4 and 7 year old.)
Emma: "Uh huh." (Sits. Sighs.) "Good times. Good times."
So that was TODAY. I've yet to touch on What-the-Hell-Wednesday. May I? I'll be brief.
1. Left Ryan's lunch and backpack at home. Had to supplement with convenience-store food.
2. Had a playdate in the sand, which eventually led to an escapade into the wooded picnic area, where Ryan saw an ant and had a nervouse breakdown, nearly throwing her head into a large boulder.
3. Spent 15 minutes trying to chase a bee out of our car, difficult seeing as how all the windows were open and Jaxson's car seat was soaked with fruit juice.
4. Took the kids to the mall to return some items, and Jaxson bit a baby.
Hmmm... yeah, I think that's all. Just your average Wednesday.