Thursday, March 3, 2011

Random thoughts

I have plenty of serious things to think about but no desire to do so...

So as I was driving home I was faced with a couple of situations that just made me go ...mmmmmmm

I stopped for gas.  I was pumping the gas.  I looked at the pump next to me and there was a guy filling his scooter.  Yes scooter.  Not a motorcycle.  A scooter.  He was a scruffy, hiking the Appalachian Trail type of guy.  But what caught my eye was what he was wearing.  Hiking boots -- I told you he looked like a hiker.  Shorts and long johns.  Shorts.  And long johns.  ????  mmmmmm.

And then I continued on my drive.  I got behind a car -- no idea if it was a man or a woman.  A normal sedan.  We got stopped at 4 lights.  Each time the driver would stop, leaving about 3-4 car lengths between her/him and the car in front of her/him. I don't really understand this.  But whatever.  But as soon as the light turned green he/she would start going and stay right on the tail of the car in front of him/her.  So while you are stopped you need a buffer of 3-4 car lengths but while you are driving along at about 45 miles per hour, 6 inches is enough of a buffer zone.  ????  mmmmmmm.

After I left the driver mentioned above I got stuck at another light -- I seemed to hit every light today.  As I waited for me turn to go.  A girl -- guessing high school -- walked across the street in front of me.  She was wearing a blue pair of short shorts and black pantyhose.  Shorts.  And black pantyhose.  ????  mmmmmmm.

But I continued on.  As I drove a woman -- yes, this time I knew it was a woman -- driving a mini van is behind me.  She is obviously frustrated at my driving -- because I am only going 10 miles over the speed limit.  Yes, I said OVER.  As we cross over and intersection she decides to pass me (double lanes so no danger).  She zips by me.  She pulls in front of me.  She puts on her brakes.  She slows down.  And makes a right hand turn at the very next intersection.  ?????  mmmmmm.

A few more lights go by and I get stopped at another red light.  I told you I hit every one going home tonight.  I look over at the car next to me.  It is a van.  A plumbing type work van.  And sitting in the front passenger seat was a toddler.  In a car seat.  About 2 years old.  A toddler.  In the front seat.  In a work van.  ????  mmmmmm.

Mean Mama

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

change of plans

I had another post planned for tonight -- yes trying to be better about blogging.  But I had the night from hell.  I fought.  With Ladybug.  I tried to stay calm.  And I did.  Except for the last 30 seconds.

It started with attitude.  Hates homework.  Hates helping.  Hates -- well, everything.
She refused to help out.  She wouldn't clean the living room -- it is all her junk.  She wouldn't look for her lost thermos.  She wouldn't pack her homework.  She wouldn't...
I gave her so many chances.  I used bribery.  I joked.  I promised her M&ms.  I promised her Idol.  I gave her one final time and finally I gave up and took Idol from her.  I can only give so many second chances before I need to follow through.

It all went down hill from there.

She refused to shower.  I had to actually undress her and put her in the shower.  While she showered she yelled at me how much she hated me.

After the shower it was more negative comments about helping out around the house.  How she shouldn't have to do anything she doesn't like.  And then she informed me that she peed in my bed last night.


She slathered herself in so much lotion she was actually white.  I use Carol's Daughter -- that stuff ain't cheap.

I tried to talk to her.   Don't go to bed mad?  More attitude.  More disrespect.  I am stupid... and mean... and hateful... nobody likes me.

I took her kitty and left the room.  I told her I would be back in a few minutes to try again.  I left.  Took a few deep breathes.  And went back.

She refused to talk.  Just demanding.  GET OUT!  LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY!  She is demanding.


I took her doggy pillow pet.  I left the room.  I told her I would be back in a few minutes.

When I returned there was more of the same.  I decided to crawl in bed with her.  I decided to see if she would relax or calm down or something if we were physically close -- it has worked in the past.


So she started hitting me.  I restrained her - or tried to.  She bit me.  She kicked the wall.  She head butted me.  She scratched me.  She tried to puke on me - and I was surprised she couldn't (great gag reflex).

This started at 7pm.  By 7:40 we were physically fighting - see I gave her 40 minutes of reasoning to try to work this out.  By 8:50 I walked out.  I wasn't getting anywhere.  I had no more ideas.  I was done. I gave up.


She ended up losing all her stuffed animals.  So she threatened to destroy her room if I didn't give them back.  I didn't give them back.  So she started ripping her bed apart.  I put her on the floor with just a pillow and sheet.

The things she yelled at me since leaving her room included that she hates me, nobody loves me, I am dumb,  and stupid, I am the meanest person ever, she doesn't want to be a part of my family, and since nobody else loves me I should be the one to leave the family.

And the after all that I finally lost it.  I screamed at her.  I asked her what she wanted.  How did she want me to react to all this?  Her response?  I want American Idol.

She was finally done at about 9:15pm.

I am lost.

Mean Mama

Monday, February 28, 2011

Another monthly update

My next monthly update to my successes and failures with my new year's resolutions:

1.  Lose 123 50 pounds.  I am not prepared to answer this one yet...but I will soon.
2.  Read at least 1 book a month.  At least one of them must be a self help book but not all can be self help.  I read 3 this month.  Who knew I would do that if I just committed to it.  The first book was My Lost Daughter by Nancy Taylor Rosenthal (I think... I can't remember her name).  Let's just leave the review for this one at -- I will not be reading any more of her books.  She tried to be more complex then it needs to be.  Less could have been more.  The second book was Fireworks Over Toccoa by Jeffrey Stepakoff.  The writing was a bit juvenile but since it is a story about a girl in her 20's -- told from her point of view -- it works.  It is an easy read but I liked it.  The third book was The Connected Child.  I loved it!!!  I can not say that enough.  I LOVED IT!  It is one of the only self help books that I have read that actually helped.  The authors give concrete examples -- of problems and solutions.  I am so sick of self help books that there only solution is "see a professional."  I know I need a professional -- I just need some hope until I get there.  Anyway, if you are a parent, or thinking of being a parent, or a friend or relative of someone who might one day be a parent -- read this book.  It is not stuck in labels.  It is about what we can do to make it easier for our children and help us live through it.  It is about being the parent of a child that has been traumatized and is not securely attached or feeling safe.  I LOVE this book. 
3.  Write the next great American novel a short story.  See last month's answer.
4.  Find a new job.  Big failure.  Although I did get a call from an agency today asking for an interview.  I had to turn it down because there is no way I can take an $18,000 pay cut.
5.  Move.  See above.
6.  Buy my first home.  Has to wait until 4 & 5 are done.
7.  Pay off all credit cards FIA credit card.  No progress on this one this month.
8.  Make at least one pair of earrings a week.  Didn't forget this one this month and yet the results were the same.  I think I need a place to have it set up all the time instead of having it packed away.
9.  Get at least 8 hours of sleep at least 4 times per week.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -- still laughing.
10. Blog at least 15 times per month.  Success!
11.  Get child enrolled in a sport. No luck with this one yet.  But I am considering enrolling her in Amharic classes that start in a few weeks.
12.  Get involved with a charity. Not sure what to do about this one.  But I am seriously considering doing a trip to Ethiopia to work in an orphanage.
13.  Refinish the new kitchen table.  Haven't started yet.
14.  Enroll in a creative class -- writing, jewelry making, pottery...  Nope.
15.  Start a 529 account.  Not yet.
16.  Clean the house once a month.  Done.  With the help of Ladybug.
17.  Eat out no more then 2 times per month.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA  I really need to get this one under control. 
18.  Call my friends and family more often -- rely on the internet less.  Well.  I called more.  But I love the internet.
19.  Start training for the Boston Marathon.  I know this seems out of the blue for most but it has been a long term dream of mine.  This needs to wait until #1 is under control.
20.  Fold and put away the laundry within 24 hours of washing it each week.  I was not successful the first half of the month but I did much better the second half.  Well, unless you count that the last 2 weeks I actually forgot I had to do laundry.  How does that happen??  I mean, I am a mother -- laundry is part of the package.
21.  Buy a new camera and take more photos of Ladybug.  Doing well with this one.
22.  Pay all bills on time.  Mental block.  Not successful.  But I did make the customer service guy laugh at me when I called to tell him I was completely incapable of paying a bill on time.  I made some adjustments in my plan.  Keeping my fingers crossed for this month.
23.  Become caffeine free.  I so failed at this one this month.  Sodas...teas...constant.  I hate coffee but I could not keep the other sources of caffeine out of my body.  Back on the wagon today -- which might explain the headache.

So some success and some failure.  Check in again next month.

Mean Mama

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

What wasn't

Have you seen the movie Sliding Doors?  I saw it many years ago.  I was fascinated.  The idea of the movie is how different (and yet possibly the same) our lives would be if just one thing changed.  It follows a woman through 2 scenarios -- one if she makes her train and one if she doesn't.  How that simple act changes the course of her life.  Fascinating.

I think we all of those thoughts at some point.  What if my parents had let me go to my first choice of colleges -- instead of having to going to my second choice.  What if I had stuck it out when I moved to Phoenix.  What if I hadn't gotten this job.  Or any of the jobs before.  What if I hadn't moved here.  What if I had picked a different agency.  What if...

Should have.  Would have.  Could have.

Most times it is easy to think and forget.  My life is what it is suppose to be.  For the most part. And I can't imagine it any other way.

But there is always that little smack in the face every once in a while.  I had one today.  And it is always around the same topic.  Maybe because this "could have" moment I had no control over.  Somehow I think it is a moment that in some form every adoptee has.  And now it makes me wonder who Ladybug will process it later in life.

Today I was cruising through my facebook page when a newly uploaded picture caught my eye.  I clicked on it.  And luckily it was not some scam or spam or virus.  It was a smack in the face though.  It was my brother.  One of my biological brothers.  He is a facebook friend so this shouldn't be a smack in the face.

But let me back up...

The first time I met this brother was his first Christmas.  He was about 3 weeks old.  The rest of my siblings and I had already been removed from my biological family.  We were all in foster care.  But my youngest brother had not yet been born.  That Christmas we all met at my biological grandparent's house for the day.  My biological mother brought my brother.  I remember holding him.  I had just turned 6 years old.  And then it was over. 

The second time I met this brother he was about 20 years later.  After searching and writing letters to every person in his state with his last name (this was pre-internet times) I finally connected with him.  We met...we bowled...we had dinner...and then we didn't see each other again.  Really.  Strange, I know.  We were both young.  We didn't live near each other.  And we don't have much in common.  It was a good meeting.  But we still lost touch again.

About a year ago I found him on facebook.  And we became "friends".  We don't really talk.  He doesn't really update his account much.  But once in a while he posts something -- and I get a peek at his life.  Today his brother (his adopted brother -- who is also adopted) posted pictures of him and tagged him.  So I got to see the pictures.  We still have nothing in common.  But there staring at me on my computer screen was a man that I am connected to.  What if ...

If we were walking down the street together nobody in their right mind would question that we are related.  We look so much alike.  We have the same skin.  We have the same eyes.  We have the same smile.  Luckily he has more facial hair than me.  But we do not have the same interests.  We do not have the same politics.  We do not have the same goals.  We do not have the same history.  My brother.  But not my brother. 

What if... 

I lost 5 of my 6 siblings through adoption.  I gained 2 siblings through adoption.  And today I am painfully aware it is a relationship that I can not get back.  Ever.  It changed my life.  In ways I will never fully understand.  And I mourn it.  The unknown.

Mean Mama

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Free-Range Kids

As many of you (yes, all 2 people who actually read my blog) know I recently read a book called Free-Range kids by Lenore Skenazy.  It is a fabulous book.  And I believe it should be required reading for every parent -- even those who have no intention of following it.  First, because it is well written.  She uses humor and real life to make her point.  She makes fun of herself without being mean to herself.  And at the end of each chapter she gives some real life suggestions we can try.  Actually 3 suggestions -- baby step, brave step, or one giant leap.  You can pick which fits you (and your child) best.

It is important to note that the point of free-range kids is not to throw kids in the deep end without know how to swim and hope they don't sink.  The point -- over simplified -- is that we must teach them confidence and decision making so that when they are out on their own they are able to do things for themselves.  If we hold out kids close, protect them at every move, and prevent them from experiencing life, then when will they learn? 

She gives 14 commandments of learning to give your children a little more freedom, experiences, and life.

Commandment 1: Know When to Worry.  In other words -- know when a possible danger is a scrape of the knee and when the possible danger is a broken neck.  Let them experience the scraped knee and protect them from the broken neck.  There is a benefit to children to scrape their knees at times.  They learn what works and what doesn't.  And they learn to get better.

Commandment 2:  Turn Off the News.  Really.  This is one is hard.  It is every where.  I gave up NPR a few years ago.  I enjoyed NPR but it made me angry at people's stupidity so I gave it up so that I would not be angry every morning.  Giving up the actual news was easy.  Giving up internet news is near impossible...especially when my friends keep sending me links to stories of horrible things.  She also suggests to limit TV viewing of shows that death, abuse, and mayhem.  That is hard for me. Her reasoning is simple -- if you see tons of these things your brain is saturated with evil things so you always think of the worse happening to your children. Besides, violent crime has steadily declined since 1993 (at least think that was the year she used).  It is safer for our children then it was for us.  We just have the dangers put them in our face more now than we did in 1993.

Commandment 3:  Avoid Experts.  Why?  Basically they make us paranoid.  You don't need to be an expert to tell you how to raise your child (although sometimes it would be really nice to have the user manual).  You need to trust yourself.  Do your best.  You don't need "What to Expect When You are Expecting."

Commandment 4: Boycott Baby Knee Pads.  Oh my!  This is my pet peeve.  When I was getting ready to bring home Ladybug I got advise from everyone about all the do-dads and gadgets that were "necessary" to raise a child.  Monitors, gates, leashes, etc.  And I wondered how did we ever make it to adulthood.  We didn't have those things...and we lived.  I actually once fell out of a moving car and I lived (honestly).  However, she did make one exception for the "safety" equipment.  Get a good, properly installed car seat.  Use it.  All the time.  But there is no need to buy knee pads for your baby to make it easier for them to learn to crawl.

Commandment 5:  Don't Think Like a Lawyer.  This one is a little hard for me since all day at work I am suppose to try to think like a lawyer (without being one) and then I have to come home and avoid thinking like a lawyer.  Again, this is you can not protect against everything.  You don't want your child to be hurt but do you want to take away an experience.  You want your child to wear a helmet when he or she goes bike riding but do you want your child to only ride a stationary bike?

Commandment 6: Ignore the Blamers.  These people are everywhere in your life.  These are the people who are basically saying "it is your fault."  In reality these people are really saying that because they won't do whatever it is you just did, there is no way their child will ever be hurt.  It is a false sense of security.  The reality is you could do everything right and something could still go wrong.  This is what we call "life."

Commandment 7: Eat Chocolate.  Okay I am taking this one literally.  Nobody ever gives me advise to eat chocolate.  But this one is really about Halloween -- I think.  This is the "don't eat any candy until we get home because you never know if it has been poisoned or a razor inserted in it."  The reality is...this is a perceived danger -- not a real one.  Do not freak out over fake issues.

Commandment 8: Study History.  Look back 50 years.  Look back 100 years.  What were kids doing at 10.  What were kids doing at 15.  What were kids doing at 20.  Here is a reality -- when our parents were 18, they were starting jobs, buying houses, and having kids.  When I was 12 years old I was babysitting.  But I know some 12 year olds now that are still being babysat.  We do not do our children a service by treating them like babies long after they cease to be babies.  How can we expect them to be adults at 18 (which they will legally be whether we like it or not) if we do not give them tools long before they are 18?

Commandment 9: Be Worldy.  Look how other countries raise their children.  We live in a developed country.  We are the land of the free and the home of the brave.  Right??  Yet we completely restrict our children and try to protect them against any possible life experience that might possibly maybe hurt our children.  Again, let them experience things.  And not just let them have run of the neighborhood.  Let them help cook dinner.  Let them clean their bathroom.  Let them go outside and play.

Commandment 10: Get Braver.  Yes...you!  Let go of some control (let's be real -- you never really had it anyway).  Live with the risk of ... life.  I have a client who seriously wonders why her son is anxious all the time.  He is 11 years old.  She kicked her husband out of bed when her son was born because a baby can't sleep alone.  And he still doesn't.  She will not drive on highways because there are too many cars and anything can happen.  The child can not be without a cell phone -- just in case.  Her child has anxiety because he absorbs it from her.  Be brave.  Experience life.  And maybe your children will experience it too.

Commandment 11:  Relax.  Okay this seems a little contradictory to the last one.  Stop assuming that every little action has an impact on your child.  There was a huge discussion on one of my internet groups about the movie Tangled when it first came out.  The moms were in an uproar.  A Disney movie had turned a kidnapper into a mother.  They had let a kidnapper raise a child.  What was that teaching our children?  Should we let our children see such a movie with such things in it?  You know what my daughter saw?  A mean woman locked a girl in a tower.  That's it.  She did not ask if I kidnapped her.  She did not wonder if someone could kidnap her.  She did not worry.  It was a Disney movie.

Commandment 12:  Fail!  We so want our children to succeed that we forget to let them fail.  We do their homework.  We pick their clothes.  We give them step by step instructions.  They must succeed.  We insure it.  They will not fail.  You know what we do by doing that?  We guarantee that they don't know how to learn.  And they don't know how to try.  They give up if they are not perfect the first time they do something.  They don't enjoy the process.  Let them try things.  And if they are not good --- that is okay.

Commandment 13: Lock them out.  Okay not really.  But send them out.  Children have forgotten how to play.  They watch TV.  They play Wii or playstation.  They have hand held games.  What they don't do is play.  They don't run around the neighborhood playing cops and robbers.  They don't run around their rooms playing ... I don't who they would pretend to be now but when I was growing up we played Charlie's Angels.  We saved the world.  We climbed trees.  We swung from the rafters in the barn.  We dug up a bull skull in the back field.  We dug forts in the snow banks.  Has your child?

Commandment 14: Listen to Your Kids.  When you child tells you something listen to it.  When your child asks to do the dishes -- let them.  Even if it means you will redo them after they go to bed.  When your child tells you they want to make their own breakfast -- let them.  Even if it means they spill half the milk on the floor.  Children don't want to be treated like babies.  They want to feel helpful.  They want to feel a sense of accomplishment.  They want to feel like you trust them.  And how will you know if you can trust them if you never give them a chance to prove themselves -- to you or to themselves.

No you do not need to give your 9 year old a map and a subway token and tell him to find his own way home.  No you do not need to let her walk walk 1.1 miles to school as a kindergartner.  No you do not need to let them go into a public restroom by themselves.  Her point is simply this (or at least what I have taken from her book -- which I, again, encourage everyone to read) challenge yourself and your child to experience life.  Let go.  Live.

I am working on it slowly -- but I am also struggling with the possible attachment issues too.

Mean Mama

Saturday, February 19, 2011

My Little Picasso

Before the disastrous Target run this is what Ladybug had been up to.

She said this one was my mom.
 

She said this one was my younger sister.


She said this one is my younger brother.

She said this one is my dad.  
But in reality he has no hair on his head because it is all on his chin.


She said this one if my step mom.


She said this one was me.
I wonder what those bags around my eyes are?

Mean Mama

Clean living room

After the disastrous Target run we arrived home with no further incidents.  Actually she did the typical thing and fell asleep.  I blow -- she naps.  It is her escape.  When we pulled up to the door I woke her and gave her a choice.  She could go upstairs and finish her nap or she could clean up the living room.

Neither was intended as a punishment.  Really.  But she is sick.  And she is sleeping.  So maybe a nap is a good idea.  And she did play hard in the living room today and it is a disaster zone.  So it does need to be cleaned.  I know neither option is really appealing to a 6 year old but I would have been happy with either one.

I was not at all surprised when she picked to clean up the living room.  I went in the kitchen and did a few things.  I was surprised when she came in the kitchen a few minutes later and announced the living room was clean.  Really?  I mean I know what that room looked like.  How could she get it clean so quickly.  I asked f she was sure.  She, innocently, with wide eyes, responded with a yes.  So I went to look.  And this is what I saw.


And then this is what was happening a few minutes later.


Mean Mama

I lost it

We have had a decent week... over all.  I mean, it was not perfect.  But not true major meltdowns.  Until last night.  And even that was over quick.  She refused to go to bed.  I gave her a choice, go immediately or lose 1/2 hour of tv in the morning.  I love her having tv on weekend mornings so I can sleep.  But she not only refused to go but she started kicking things across the living room.  I asked her to stop or she would lose another half hour.  This time she spun around and shot me the dirtiest look she possibly could muster up.  I told her to go or she would lose another half hour.  At which point she started yelling at me.  So I told her no tv at all and go to bed. 

I kept my cool.  Really.  I didn't raise my voice.  I didn't threaten.  I didn't use a "tone" with her.  All was done with love and compassion.

She woke up sad.  Sad she didn't get tv.  And mad.  At me.  Because I told her she couldn't have tv.  But we talked our way through it and then proceeded to have a good day.  Really.  She tried to trap me into some negativity but I refused to bite and she gave up trying quickly.

Until we were in the car.  We had to go to Target.  She has a head cold and we are almost out of kleenex.  The nightlight has burned out and we needed a new one - if I have any hope of getting her to stay part of the night in her room.  She has a head cold and we are out of medication.  I forgot what time of month it was and was caught without protection.  We needed to go to Target.  And she had done well.  She did some art -- Picasso-esque.  She had played with her barbies.  She had done some singing and dancing.  So before heading out for Target I made a deal with her.  If she did well on this little trip (takes about 10 minutes to get there) she could have a movie when we returned.  Half hour.  Good behavior.  For a movie.  Worth it.

Or so I thought.

About 5 minutes into the trip she casually announced... without malice....

Ladybug: I wish you were not my mother.
Mama: (don't bite) ok.
Ladybug: No.  I mean it.  I wish you were not my mother.
Mama: (Don't Bite).  Ok.  Why do you wish I wasn't your mother (calm...cool...no hurt feelings)?
Ladybug: Because I wish I had a mother I liked.
Mama:  (Nibble)  How would you like me to respond to that?
Ladybug:  I don't know.
Mama: Well why did you say it?
Ladybug: I don't know.
Mama: Was it a nice thing to say?
Ladybug: No.
Mama: So what were you hoping would happen by saying that?
Ladybug: I don't know.
Mama: Were you trying to hurt me?
Ladybug: No.  It was an accident.
Mama:  Saying something mean, that you know is mean, and repeating it is not an accident.  Why were you trying to hurt me?
Ladybug: I don't know.
Mama: Okay.  Well maybe you can think about it and you can let me know later.

End of discussion.  I nibbled.  But I did not bite.  Really.  I stayed calm.  I did not take it personally -- outwardly.  I did not raise my voice.  I did not use a "tone" with her.

And then I handed her a tissue and asked her to blow her nose.  She hates blowing her nose.  She can't breathe through her nose - literally - because of all the snot and yet she refuses to blow her nose.  I asked her to blow her nose.  She didn't respond.  I hate that.  I stop at a stop light and look back at her.  I ask her to take the tissue and blow her nose.  She takes the tissue and wipes her nose and throws it on the floor of the car.  I can feel my blood pressure start to rise.

I grab another tissue and I hand it back to her.  I tell her to blow her nose.  BLOW.  Not wipe.  She reaches out to take the tissue.  The light turns green.  I drive a standard.  I need both hands to get the car moving.  I ask her again to take it.  I look back.  She has put one finger and her thumb on the smallest part of the tissue and is holding it.  But won't really take it.  The car behind me beeps. 

And I exploded.  All she had to do was nothing.  NOTHING.  And she could have a movie.  But instead she is trying to make me angry.  She is trying to hurt me.  She is trying to make this difficult.  I yelled.  I know this is wrong.  But I yelled. 

Then she was all offended that I was upset with her.  Back to square one.

Mean Mama

Friday, February 18, 2011

Eating Habits

Have I mentioned Ladybug's eating isses?  Like if it is not pizza, hamburgers, macaroni and cheese, or chocolate she is not interested.  Really.  Yucky.  Gross.

Well let's add a few new ones...

1. She has started eating by slowly shoving food into the corner of her mouth as she chews it.  Sort of like shoving a log into a wood chipper.  So she chews as she is putting the food into her mouth.  Instead of taking a bite, chewing it, swallowing, and taking another bite.  It is driving me insane.

2.  Left overs are gross.  I made macaroni and cheese.  Too much.  The next night I gave her the left overs.  Please note it is a food that is on the approved list.  Yucky.  Gross.  Would rather go hungry.  And she did.

3.  She is stealing food.  Last night I introduced her to Thin Mints.  This morning I found that she had packed the entire box of them in her school backpack.  And lied about it until she was caught.  And then I also found gum, chips, and a banana in her backpack.  I pack a lunch a snack for her every day.  It is not like I don't feed the girl.

Not sure where this is coming from but I hope it gets better soon.

Mean Mama

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Wishing Well

As we were driving home today, Ladybug announces...

Ladybug:  Mama, I saw a wishing well.
Mama: You did?
Ladybug: Do you know what I would wish for?
Mama: Chocolate?
Ladybug: No.  I would wish to be skinny, and white, with hair that is blonde and straight.

I hang my head in shame.

Mean Mama
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