Signs of the times

When B was little and I was a single mother I can honestly tell you I was not the best supreme mom there was to have around. He tested me in ways that no one has ever before. I have had hair pulled out of my skull, been head butted so hard I had a goose egg and started screaming in agony when my son went missing from with women’s clothes aisle, only to find him playing in the skirt rack.

I remember being on a small military base with him while his dad was out doing god knows what, but we were in the commissary and at this time B wanted to test who could hoodwink who first. He started in with his moronic 2 yr old antics, I ignored them for awhile, until I could feel my blood boiling underneath my skin, so I picked him up, hard and firm and all you hear throughout the entire store was… owww mommy your hurting me. Little shit. So then everyone is looking at me, wondering what in the hell I am doing to this poor child… LOLOLOL asshole. Or when you try to pinch them to get their attention and all you get is a Oh mommy your pinching me LOLOLOL

Then there was the times where is would have a holy pitch fit and I just stood there watching him, that would piss him off. Then I would just pick him up and go throw him on his bed in his room.. once, the fit didn’t stop and come to realize when I threw him on the bed he bounced up and hit the corner of his head on the dresser.. UGH.. so what does any good mother do? I moved the dresser for next time.

Never believe that Silence is golden. Something is waiting to happen. When you know that the kids are in a room quiet, and you don’t see the cat, something is going terribly wrong.


My Hero,My Packrat

I love days like this. I went home early because my stomach was killing me and I was in bed when B got home. He came upstairs asked me how I was and then asked if I finished the wash. I was pissed, why the hell am I going to worry about doing the wash when I am ready to barf out the window??? I didn’t say anything just moaned a bit, knowing that I was going to have to get up soon and start being a mother and a wife again.
I go downstairs to see what he is doing and he is folding the wash and put the load in the dryer for me. He didn’t complain, bitch or whine. That is my man and I hope he remembers that for when his wife is sick. That is if he ever gets married. He doesn’t want to get married until he can afford it, which in teenage man brain it means, “until I don’t want to party anymore”!

He has been stressing a bit with the homework, had two projects due today. He was finishing the one up last night and was looking through his notebook for his work cited worksheet. Everything was on his floor and me the typical mother screams out, “OMG the cat just pissed all over your papers!” You should have seen his face. Actually I wanted to yell out in a non motherly voice, "ya know if you were more organized you would be able to find it". I did say that soon after and I got the typical teenage, "I like it like that, helps me find things." Five minutes later, I say the, “I really hate to say this but, you would not be looking for it right now if it was organized.” Yes, I am asking to have my head explode (Big Bang Theory) but I just HAD to sound like my mother, although it sounds better coming from me…

He found the paper…

Big B for president

Well, a friend of mine and I were discussing women's lib this morning we think we have solved all of the United States issues...

Homelessness - since women are part of the main workforce, this is taking jobs away from people who are now living below or at poverty. If the women refused to burn their bras in the 70's I could be home right now watching my sons first steps instead of a child care worker who is getting paid minimum wage to watch 10 children.