Monday Grumpies

Eh. It's been awhile again. It's how I roll. I prefer to keep you on your toes; anticipating the next great installment of, well, nothing much.

It's the Monday after Christmas and I'm in a funk. Not feeling it today. Easily irritated. Moody. I know, I know. This is different from every other day how? I'm too crotchety to even be sarcastic.

(OK, the use of the word "crotchety" cheered me up a bit...)

Due to my mood, I felt I would misdirect some pent up whatever it is I'm feeling at a very deserving person.

Specifically: Lil Wayne.

I mean seriously? What is this world coming too? EIGHT! grammy nominations.

Yes, I realize they announced this awhile ago, and honestly, as far as I know, the grammy's may have already taken place. I don't know nor do I care. I wont watch them. I don't want to see Britney perform (I'm assuming she is) or see Coldplay do anything but fall off the stage and die. (That's another one! Did you see how many damn nominations they got??)

Didn't the grammy's use to mean something? Didn't music? Talent? Oh yah, it's all gone the way of MTV and reality TV.

Please don't get me wrong. Lil Wayne has an entertainment value. His music is catch-ily perverse. I know I've enjoyed singing along to songs of blowjobs and/or candy, sex with cops, being rich, drugs, you know, all the good stuff. But is this guy good enough for awards?

As someone who puts out a new song/collaboration/remix/do-over every week, I'd say if anything, he's a genius. In doing my research for this blog (yes, yes I did), I discovered that he was in the gifted program at school, in drama, and even performed as the Tin Man in a production of The Wiz at the age of 12. He also dropped out of school at the age of 14. He is 26 now and disgustingly rich. Yah, I'm jealous.

And have you seen him "play" guitar? I used the bunny ears because from what I can tell, he sucks. Something feirce. I give him credit for trying. E for effort and all that. But give it up already. Can't you just accept your milions for your mediocre music and the fame associated with being possibly one of the weirdest looking/sounding/acting freaks ever to top Billboards Top 10?

Seriously. Have you seen this guy? Because I am so kind, I found a picture for you. I know, I'm awesome.Total stud, right? The picture sends chills down my spine. And not the good kind like that saucey waiter at the sushi place last night. Yeow. But the icky, lock you children in the closets, read the bible like hurry, someone sterilize his mother type.

Well, I feel a little better and it's about time to head out for lunch. And I probably should attempt to get some work done today. Eh.

Maybe it shouldn't...

But it does. It bothers the hell out of me. I'm so upset that I could cry.

The best part of Christmas, you ask? Giving gifts. I love to see people open up the gifts I give them. I put a lot of thought into what I buy. Especially my kids. Christmas is magical and I've been threatening them with Santa for months.

So for their *big* present this year, the one from Santa, I've bought them a Wii. I've been incredibly excited about this and can't wait til Christmas morning when they get to see what Santa brought.

Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, knows this is what the boys are getting.

Um, so when I ask Tony what he is getting the boys, what does he reply?

A Wii.

Are you freaking kidding me?

He knows I've already bought them one.

I've asked him not to give it to them at Christmas. Just to have it at his house and give them something else. If he even agrees to this (which he probably wont because he's ignoring my emails now), he'll probably give it to them this weekend.

I shouldn't be surprised but I really didn't even expect this from him.

And this after I bought his girlfriend a Christmas present from the boys. It's a frame, granted, but it's very pretty. I think now I'll just have to put a picture of me and the boys in it before I give it to her.

It's been awhile...

And as it was brought to my attention by one of my wonderful 4 loyal readers, here I am.

First of all, my children are the spawn of the devil. I'm not sure if that makes me the devil or Tony or if somehow the combination of our genes recreated the exact genetic make up of the devil but regardless, spawn of the devil. Actually, let me capitalize that: Spawn of the Devil. It's more appropriate.

Don't get me wrong, I love them and all blah blah blah. But seriously, does every mother feel like they are losing the battle that is motherhood? Or am I the only one who feels they have done something seriously wrong? OK, OK. In general, they are great, loving, affectionate, funny, smart, etc. etc. Well, maybe not so much Jacob.

Ahhh Jacob. He's my karma for everything I've ever done and/or will do to every person I may or may not have met.

A small example.

In going through the Christmas decorations, Jacob found a card holder. It's like a fountain of clips that come up and you put the cards in the clips and wa la, pretty! Well, each clip has a metal star. Jacob immediately ripped off one of the stars and begins throwing it around the house. My efforts to stop him were fruitless. He was a ninja throwing his chinese star around and that was that. I take the star away set it on the counter and go back to assembling the tree. Jacob gets the star off the counter and throws it into the kitchen.

That's when I heard the shattering glass. Luckily, this time it was not a window. No, it was the globe around the light hanging in the kitchen as seen to the right.

He's got a great arm, I tell you.







I flip the light on to see if it still works. Lightbulb looks intact. Here is what I see when I turn the light on...

Yep, it's the star. Inside. He can't get it now! I should have thought of that in the first place.


Next example, I believe my boys are on the verge of being kicked out of their daycare. Why? For fighting. It seems they both like to kick and punch other kids. Specifically in the head. Yesterday, Aidan punched another kid for "almost punching him" and Jacob kicked a kid in the head for, and these are his words "he made me mean".

Well, at least I didn't do it.

Now Aidan. He's actually pretty good. He has some self-control issues but overall, he's pretty good. However, I had a meeting at his school yesterday. As it seems, he likes to wander the class. While everyone else is sitting down listening to the teacher or whatever, he's wandering the class. His teacher actually has an agreement with him that he may wander as long as he pays attention to her and doesn't disturb anyone. And now I get to have him tested to ADHD at the request of the school.

I'm not sure how I feel about that. Maybe I'm just use to their energy (although it does tire me out many a nights) but I'm not a fan of medicating children.

I take that back. I wasn't until I picked the kids up yesterday from daycare and got the news of their training for UFC.

I'm now wondering if 3 is too young to medicate. I think with Aidan we can just focus on the the self-discipline and sitting still. Jacob, anything short of an exorcism in the form of Ritalin is probably futile.

I actually just looked up ages for ADHD medications... for shame. There are some for 3 year olds. I wonder if they still do electric shock?

Well that was a lot of complaining about my kids...

I said something to my mother last night about when it's all worthwhile, this whole mothering thing. On the rough days, sometimes it's hard to see how blessed you are or even like the little brats. I was having one of those nights so I did something about it.



Yah, we roasted marshmallows in the fireplace on wire hangers.

It was awesome.