Lauren's Day So Far

Man, kids.

This morning, my daughter has been running around alternately demanding I brush pony hair (My Little Pony is huge at my house, lemme tell you, I brush a lot of pony hair) and taking her shirt off and refusing to put it back on. It’s like a girls gone wild video. Ok, well without creepy men with video cameras and stupid 19 year old drunk girls whose mothers are so going to kick their butts.

Anyway, I had a great discussion about Chased with one of my beta readers who helped me immensely! I knew there were some pacing problems in the middle and so I bounced ideas off her and I think I may have two scenes to fix and it should help the flow a lot.

The time approached where I had to leave to pick up my middle kiddo from preschool so I had to chase the wee monster down, let her hold the pony when I shoved her shirt back on (around her complaints about the 3/4 sleeves) and she refused to wear tennis shoes and only would wear her “princess shoes” which are little black satin dress shoes. But whatever. The person who coined the “pick your battles” phrase had a two year old and so we took off. In the car, she pulled her hair out of the cute little pony tail, sigh, and then whined that her hair was down.

At school, I approached the playground and his teacher gave me the look. Yep. Again. I’ve talked about the look before and maybe other people have kids so well behaved they’ve never gotten the look as they approached a teacher before.

So his teacher, who is a truly lovely woman who loves kids, tells me that my 5 year old was in circle and said, “Blah, blah, blah” when she started her lesson plan. Damn Fairly Oddparents! Oh, and he pushed a kid and in general, was a nasty brat. He wasn’t so spectatular yesterday either. So he’s running around the playground and we’ve got to go and the 2 year old who is in my arms because she’s wearing princess shoes with no socks and she gets wet wood chips in them and whines and so forth, is struggling to get down and I’m trying to be postive parent but I’m about two seconds from that yell, “GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!” which I’m sure no other mother ever makes but me which is probably why he’s talking back to his teacher in Montessori for goodness sake. How can you talk back in Montessori? It’s freaking Montessori where math is fun. Jeebus.

Anyway, I finally get him to come without having to resort to yelling and he’s attitudinal in the car and the wee babe is kicking the back of my seat and we have no chocolate.

I had the talk with him about respect and he’s on quiet time now. I think he’s actually coming down with something but 5 was this crappy with my oldest too. I’m done with pissy stages, thankyouverymuch. The wee monster is down with a nap and I have three minutes of quiet. But as I gained two pounds last week (uh, which is why we don’t have chocolate) I ate some rice, which was actually quite tasty and I’m staring blearily at the screen now as I wish I could take a nap, LOL.

I am however, nearly done with my Christmas shopping!

5 comments to “Lauren's Day So Far”

  1. Christine
    December 12th, 2006 at 2:32 pm · Link

    I know your pain I have a 5 year to. There are days when I can’t wait for him to go to bed.

  2. Ember
    December 12th, 2006 at 3:36 pm · Link

    Ouch on the no-chocolate.
    Have a bottle of wine stashed anywhere?

  3. TeddyPig
    December 12th, 2006 at 11:43 pm · Link

    Well do not tell her about the My Little Pony Glue Factory.

  4. TeddyPig
    December 13th, 2006 at 9:25 am · Link

  5. Lori
    December 13th, 2006 at 12:56 pm · Link

    (((Hugs))). I’ve SO been there, done that. I would love to tell you that it gets better, but I think you should go buy stock in Hershey’s instead.