Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Purpose of Life

Well I can check off another fail as a Mother.

The girl went to a slumber party at the neighbor girls house this past Saturday night.  Upon returning early Sunday afternoon she was tired, hungry and mad (THE TRIFECTA).  And mad she was...at me.  What I did I am still not sure, I am thinking it had to do with not being able to read her mind as that is often what she gets mad at me for.  So here's the story of when she got home. It played out like this.

Me- "Hey Honey glad you are home! Did you have a good time?
The Girl- "No I didn't win the singing contest it was a tie with Neighbor Girl."
Me- "Well I am sure you sang better she probably only tied you because it was her party."
The Girl- "I am hungry"
Me- "Okay fix yourself a snack. I know there are not many options but we are headed to the store shortly, we were waiting for you to come home"
 The Girl- "There is NO FOOD IN THIS HOUSE AND I AM STARVING."
The Boy innocently walks into the kitchen at this point.
Me- "I can make you some Ramen Noodles to hold you over."
The Girl- "No, I only like them cooked on the stove."
The Boy- "I will make them for you, I can have some too." (He had just finished lunch, but is ALWAYS hungry)
The Girl- "I DON'T WANT YOU TO MAKE ANYTHING I HATE YOU YOU ARE AN IDIOT!!!!"
Me (pointing towards the doorway)- "To your room, NOW.  Do not yell at your Brother."
The Boy- "I am NOT an idiot, I was trying to be nice, you stupid idiot."
Me- "Don't talk to her she is tired and cranky and not being nice. It will get you nowhere with her right now."
The Boy-"Okay, but I really would like to eat some soup."
The Girl (on her way to her room, speaking to me) -"I HATE YOU, YOU ARE STUPID.  I WANT TO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE, I AM NOT GOING TO MY ROOM. I AM CALLING THE POLICE!"
Me- "TO YOUR ROOM-NOW!!"
The Girl- "YOU ARE A BITCH!"  (as she runs quickly to her room now)

I head back to the kitchen where my son is and take a breather as I know it won't be long before The Girl comes down from her room. I start to make her some Soup.

4 minutes later...
The Girl has come back down and is in the kitchen.

Me- "Are you calm now? I am making you soup."

and here it is my proudest Mommy moment...
The Girl- "I hate you. I wish you would die.  If you would die MY LIFE WOULD HAVE PURPOSE."

Shocked at what she said, both trying not to laugh at an 8 year old saying such a thing as well as wondering where the hell she learned that one.  Note to self - no.more.sleep.overs.

After a beat.
Me- "Would you still like some soup? Or will that somehow deplete your purpose in life too?"
The Girl- "I can't eat that you touched it!"
Me- "That is your choice."

After 10 minutes of her staring me down and giving me the evil eye, she finally ate. Probably only because The Boy was on seconds and she was worried about not getting any soup (especially after she acted so terribly to me and was worried I wouldn't make more, don't bite the hand that feeds you).  After The Girl was done eating she was her normal self it was amazing almost like she has a superpower but her superpower is SUPER BRAT GIRL- da da duh da da daa!

  Later that day I told her "I don't know what happened earlier, or who that girl was that came to our house, but for the love of all things holy please don't act that way again. I love you."





Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Football

Football season has started here in Happy Valley!!!

My favorite time of the year - football practice started yesterday, the boy plays tackle and it is so much fun going to his games.  The girl hates hates HATES going to his games, but we just try to ignore her whining and moaning.  She has activities we have to go to too.  Soon enough she will want to go-- she just isn't quite into the boys yet.  And NO I am not encouraging her on that front!!!

My favorite part of the games is screaming my head off.  The boy isn't old enough that this embarrasses him yet, thank God because I don't think I can control it. It does not matter to me if they win or lose.  Yeah right who am I kidding- it sucks when they lose.  A sulky boy and girl in the same day is too much for this Momma to handle.

Go Team!!!
Stop crying you sissy! 
Suck it up... you have 2 arms! 
What the hell coach!
Hey Ref are you blind or what!?!

Just getting in some practice of my own.




Monday, August 8, 2011

Life Is Beautiful

Take a wife cause life is beautiful.  Loving me some Chili Peppers this morning. This is my absolute favorite song (at least for the next 15 minutes).  I have music ADD I can't stick with one genre, band, song for too long.  I am a fool for good lyrics, I don't stick with a band solely for the sake of one song if I only like that song by them then I move along.  This mp3 shit is great, I can download only the songs I want and not be stuck with 10 CD'S each with one or two songs I actually like.  My current playlist includes:
Adele, Fleetwood Mac, Blink 182, Foo Fighters, <-Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rise Against, Eve 6 and the entire soundtrack from Country Strong.  Terrible movie but awesome soundtrack --- my favorite song is "Give in to me"  it is heavenly it melts even my bitter love hating heart. 


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Adoption?

The boy and the girl are constantly at odds with one another.  Both would be exceptional angelic children if only they were onlies.  The boy and I went for a walk a few months ago and this subject came up. He asked me very politely if we could put the girl up for adoption.  After careful consideration I told him, honey I would but no one would want to keep her.  He said he thought I was probably right about that.  So we have kept her.
 
The girl is not so subtle and tells her brother quite often that he needs to die. 

Fight nice children.  Fight nice.

Hello World

I am Moo.
A single (divorced) Momma of two awesome kids -let's call them "the boy" age 10 and "the girl" age 8.
I work full time, go to school full time and my kids drive me to insanity full time.
I am very busy as you can clearly see, so I have about 2 seconds left over in the day to write.
So here it is, I will try to post at least once a week, maybe more maybe less.  It will all depend on my mood.