Learning to be Super-Jen
( Or atleast, Keepittogether Jen!)
Time seems a thing in short supply as of late...
My subs are dropping like flies...and that's hard for me, because I really get an ego boost from that...but it's okay, really, because I just don't have the time to blog like I used to do. And that's okay, too, because I'm spending time with my kids, when I'm not working. My life is crazy. But it's full.
I've found, though, that the saying "Never say never" really is true. In so many ways...but I see it so strongly with my children right now. I'm sure it's their ages, but there has been times in the last couple of months, where I feel the need to bury my face, and shake my head...
On one of my days off, I took the kids for a walk. We ran into a women who was once the captain of the neighborhood watch. It's someone I'd had to extract myself from, because she's....clingy. But we were chatting, and she was telling me what she was doing. Emily says.." You're fat"...but we were in the middle of a conversation, and the woman didn't hear her. I shook my head, and did my best "Mommy-glare"...in no words telling Emily to keep her mouth shut.
Yeah. That didn't work. If you know Emily, you wouldn't be suprised. See, she got a reaction from me, so of course she needs to try again. And she did.
"Hey!" She said, making sure we both gave her our full attention...
"Do you know what?" She asked in her sweetest voice ever...
This woman looks at her...such a gentle smile on her face...I'm sure deluded into thinking my daughter is an angel...
"You're fat"...
Uh. yeah. Shit.
The woman actually said.." Why, thank you." In her fake nice voice.
I thought I would die on the spot. Fat isn't a concept Em understands yet. Or atleast I thought she didn't. It's not something we say..."Hey that ladies fat" or " wow, look how fat I look today"....
I actually spell the word..." Hey honey? Does this dress make me look F.A.T.??" ....and this is where Mike would say "Of course not honey!" instead of " It's not the dress that would make you look fat..."..( okay, bad joke...)
So needless to say, Em was in some big-ass trouble. BIG. She wouldn't have been, if it had only been that first time. But she didn't heade my " Big Bad Mommie" look, so she was in deep...poop. If she had only said it that first time, we would have had a big talk, so she would understand what had happened, and how she had hurt the womans feelings....And we did have that talk...after she went to bed with NO books, no songs, just strait to bed. And I called Mike, and listened to him laugh, and I cooled down enough to go have a talk with her, without my face pinched in controled anger. Which was good for both of us. But still, I avoid the street next to us when we go on walks now..
Another thing...James. He's a yeller, and a screamer. Randomly. He'll just sit in his carseat and yell. Loud. Or when we are at Ikea. He'll just randomly start screaming.
Yeah. Fun. I used to glare at people when their kids did that. Now I'm one of them. ONE. OF. THEM. Yes, that's me. I'm a parent of a screamer. A 16 month old screamer. I put my hand over his mouth, but you can only do so much that way. I stick a nuckel in his mouth...and..yeah...he bites me, I yelp...and he laughs..hard...before he continues with his screaming song. Maybe he's going to be a Heavy Metal singer? Ya think?
So not much eles is really going on...same ol, same ol...but with tons of stuff added. I may be back later tonight or tomorrow, because I miss writing...we'll see how my time is looking. I am still writing poetry, which you can find here, if you want.
Take care everyone. And if you're thinking of have a child, or more children....
Look here before you go to bed....we call this birth control. 
No, really. My kids are wonderful. I love them more than anything.
But they are heathens. Oy.
Take care you guys!
xoxo
Me
That hasn't changed since my last blog...lol
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