Today I have way too many random thoughts to get just one post about the same thing. So I will leave you with some honest feelings I have about some things. I can totally share most of these without feeling the least bit guilty. Sorta...
I am scared about my upcoming surgery (10days)- To be more precise. I am scared that I will die during surgery and leave my children motherless - all in the name of vanity.
After actually typing the above feeling - I might also be crazy.
I realized this morning that I have not even opened up my Kinder and 4th grade kids binders from school in at least 3 days.
I also realize the amount of communication from their teachers is ridiculous. I do not need to know every time that Wild Man gets out of his seat during class or makes funny sounds during art class. He is 6 freaking years old. I think that is normal behaviour. If he bites someones finger off then feel free to let me know.
Big Daddy actually had the balls to text me this morning and ask if he could have a Bird Dog. He tried to glam it up by saying "they are really expensive and I can get one for free"
My text back read something like this "Is this a F***ing Joke?"
I can not deal with anymore living creatures in my house. WTH is a bird dog anyways? It is probably free because it is genetically mutated and will eat one of the kids face off.
I have no idea how to get the male species in my house to flush a DAMN TOILET. All of them from Wild Man to Big Daddy. It is insane and gross.
I did however figure out how to keep Wild Man from using my bathroom (we have 2 others) to take his morning dump while I am getting ready for work. I went into his bathroom while he was taking a bath and took a dump. Stinked up the place and did not even fan it. I considered not flushing but just could not do it. He got mad and covered his mouth and nose and nearly cried. I told him that if he didn't want me doing that while he was in his bathroom to not do it while I am in my bathroom. It has been 2 days and he has not tried it.
About 3 weeks ago we moved the baby out of our room and into Wild Man's room. He has slept like a rock since the first night we moved him. Seriously, sleeps 11-12 hours straight. Our bedroom life has improved in more ways than one :)
I am having to squint alot when I communicate with The Brain. Squinting helps me picture him when he was about 1 year old and sweet. It has saved his life as of recently countless times.
The Boy (16) is quite possibly the worst liar I have ever known and I have known alot of liars. The good thing is that he knows this and usually only slips about once a month. For that I am grateful.
For the past year, A very good friend of mine (B) and her son (J) have lived with us. B is our full time household manager and once The Baby was too old to come to work with me (6 months) she takes care of him during the day. She has given Big Daddy and I the gift of time and I am eternally grateful for that.
Whenever B and I go somewhere together without Big Daddy and with kids - we always get this look
"Awww, look at that cute lesbian couple and their kids" Especially if we are grocery shopping and discussing what we need at "our" home. Whatever people.
I am totally in love with Big daddy. (even when he does not flush the toilet)