


As a mom of two wild-n-crazy boys, I consider myself somewhat of an expert on the subject of "timeouts". This blog is my way of taking a "timeout", because afterall, who doesn't need it every once in a while. Here, you will find stories about anything from motherhood to hot topics to just plain nothing. I hope you enjoy this blog and decide to share it with others. My goal is to make your day brighter, through humor and taking a little time out for yourself.
so i've decided to start tracking the "that's what he said" posts, since there seem to be so many funny things i want to make sure to get on the blog....so this is #4.
yes...that's right...i lie to my kids....and i'm NOT afraid to admit it! sometimes lying to my kids makes life a little easier on all of us...ok, well maybe just on me...but hey, what they don't know won't might not hurt them!
today my child told me he hates me. he told me he doesn't love me. he told me I'm stupid. he told me these things not once, not twice. to be honest I don't know how many times he told me. I stopped counting a long time ago. guess it's my way of denying that these things are happening in my own family. between my own child and me. does he do it because he's an angry boy? is he a sad child? i don't think he really feels these things. there's something else he's trying to communicate. but what is it? things had gotten so much better the first half of the school year. I really thought we had turned a corner. things are now back to the way they were before he started kindergarten. why? I shake my head and ask myself this question all day. especially at night. that's when it's the worst. I'm typing this at night because my emotions are so fresh, so raw. the whole day bubbles and bubbles in my body until I can't take it anymore. so I write. I don't write because I want attention. i don't write because i want to hear a million suggestions of what we could be doing differently. I write because it's my therapy. I write because it helps me step out of that denial and face the truth. I am fed up and all I know to do is write.
on the eve of andrew's dentist appointment to have the first 2 of 6 cavities filled, i'm pondering what the "tooth monster" might leave under andrew's pillow tonight....