Just a quick LOL

My son, 6, waits until the very last second to pee.

He was bouncing around the living room, trying to play with the Chanukah clings on the window, trying to ignore his bladder. I sent him off to the bathroom, getting weary of the pee-pee dance taking place in the living room.

He heads in. I can hear the tinkle in the living room. Once the stream stops he mutters an “Ah-haaaaaaaa”, obviously content with his now empty bladder.

LOL I have so been there before.

This morning I woke up before 5 am. I sat up for a few minutes thinking I would wake up enough to make it until our 6 am wake up to the alarm. I quickly realized I needed that extra hour so I headed back to bed hoping my getting up wouldn’t stop me from hearing the alarm on time.

The alarm rang and I slept through it for 15 minutes.

Sigh.

In a mad dash to get my 6 year old off to school an argument began.

It’s 41 degrees outside and I hear the wind howling at the windows. Dammit, we forgot Lil Man’s jacket at my friend’s house over the weekend, a weekend warm enough the jacket was easily forgotten.

I grabbed another sweater and began to layer the clothing on my son. Few feet to the bus, not to far to the classroom, hat and gloves, it should be okay. When I got to his hoodie, he began to argue. He wanted his black jacket.

Our argument went something like this:

Him: No, black jacket!
Me: We left your black jacket at Tara’s house.
Him: No, black jacket!
Me: We don’t have it, we left it at Tara’s.
Him: Bedroom.
Me: It’s not in the bedroom, it’s at Tara’s.
Him: Bedroom.
Me: Really it’s not here, now please put on your hoodie, grab your sleeves (of his sweater so they pull through nicely)…
Him: Bedroom!

Off he goes into the bedroom. I am thinking to myself, “This just goes to show he will one day be a man. He can’t take my word for it. He has to look for himself. In turn, he is wasting valuable time”.

He, of course, comes back empty handed.

Me: Are you now convinced that we left your black jacket at Tara’s house?

He grabbed his sleeves and let me put his hoodie on him.

Sigh.

Not even the slightest acknowledgment that I was right. Just like his father. Simply resigned that he will have to wear the hoodie. No “I am sorry”, certainly no, “You were right”. Just a simple motion of “Let’s get this over with, put my hoodie on me”.

Sounds like a variation of a variation of a similar conversation I have had with his father a million times before.

Him: I lost the keys. I left them on the desk. Do you know where they are?
Me: No.

We begin to look for them, him in the bedroom, me in the living room. I search the desk, behind the desk, in the couch…

Him: They aren’t in there. Did you check the couch?
Me: Yes. I didn’t find them.

He proceeds to search the couch.

Me: I said they weren’t in the couch.

He continues to look anyway, NOT finding the stupid keys. Serves him right. Always has to go behind me and do something I already did.

Or how about the conversations when we get lost? All the same. The penis types never listen to us. Have to do it their way, which is invariably wrong. And in the end, do we even get a simple “I’m sorry”? Ha!

So yes, this is evidence my son will one day be a man. Sadly, all the coffee in the world will not stunt the child’s growth enough to keep him from growing up.

Sigh…

[7:32:25 PM] Me: i just found a recipe i would like to try on you
[7:32:38 PM] HemiMan: whats that
[7:32:41 PM] Me: dont turn your nose up when i tell you what its call, let me explain
[7:32:48 PM] Me: mushroom pecan latkes
[7:33:08 PM] Me: if i ground the pecans they would be used the same was as in cottage cheese loaf
[7:33:20 PM] Me: it has mushrooms, wild rice in it
[7:33:30 PM] Me: and you serve with smoked salmon garnish
[7:33:34 PM] Me: sounds heavenly
[7:33:44 PM] Me: i think they would be great and you would like them
[7:34:15 PM] HemiMan: i hate nuts i dont even like it in the loaf
[7:34:32 PM] Me: yes but you like the loaf, so i dont want to hear it
[7:34:45 PM] Me: you like sharons, you like your moms
[7:34:51 PM] Me: both have pecans in it
[7:35:03 PM] Me: you like your moms meatballs, again pecans
[7:35:09 PM] HemiMan: dont mean i like the nuts in it
[7:35:24 PM] Me: lol but you like the recipe
[7:35:27 PM] Me: despite the nuts
[7:37:48 PM] Me: you have nothing to say?
[7:39:26 PM] HemiMan: yes
[7:39:36 PM] HemiMan: i dont like nuts
[7:39:58 PM] HemiMan: so why keep trying to make me eat things with nuts in them
[7:39:59 PM] Me: but you like our recipes and eat bunches when we make them
[7:40:36 PM] HemiMan: its bad enough that i have your mom here forcing me to eat green beans
[7:40:57 PM] Me: you ate green beans? ROFL
[7:43:33 PM] HemiMan: shut up
[7:43:46 PM] Me: lol
[7:44:44 PM] HemiMan: (punch) <– Skype smilie punch
[7:44:54 PM] Me: lol
[7:45:14 PM] Me: how did she force you to eat green beans?
[7:46:03 PM] HemiMan: she put them on my plate
[7:46:55 PM] Me: lol
[7:46:57 PM] Me: hahahaha
[7:51:25 PM] HemiMan: well im glad you think its funny
[7:51:34 PM] Me: it is very funny
[7:52:03 PM] HemiMan: its not funny at all
[7:52:14 PM] Me: be nice to me, im looking at bureka recipes now
[7:52:39 PM] Me: you will never meet a bureka you won’t like
[7:53:55 PM] HemiMan: i will make you a deal
[7:54:13 PM] Me: lol okay
[7:54:23 PM] HemiMan: i will eat what i can pronounce
[7:54:43 PM] Me: lol BURR (like cold) eka or boor-ray-kah
[7:54:53 PM] Me: its a cheese filled puff pastry
[7:55:05 PM] Me: or brisket filled pastry
[7:55:09 PM] Me: or salmon
[7:55:13 PM] Me: trust me on these
[7:55:32 PM] Me: you will LUB them
[7:55:48 PM] Me: and besides how is that a deal?
[7:55:53 PM] Me: i get nothing out of it
[7:56:15 PM] HemiMan: lol
[7:56:21 PM] Me: that’s no deal and if that is the case, remind me of that and I will be sure to serve you green beans because I know you can pronounce them
[7:56:47 PM] HemiMan: green what
[7:57:10 PM] Me: lol

My friend, Kelly, gave me some jeans about 2 years ago that I have never been able to wear, too small. But I have hung onto them in hopes (you know how we are women) of one day being able to wear them. Well today is the day. Every pair I tried on I could button and zip. Some I still need to loose a few pounds but most I can wear. I am totally stoked.

Now onto random thoughts…

New jeans
Curly hair today
Wearing my newest pair of shoes, ones I love and are special to me
Dead flowers my son picked (they were dead when he picked them) in a modern vase
Need makeup
Other than a headache, I feel pretty good this morning
Plans for the day just canceled
That doesn’t make me happy
Need to take something for this headache
Maybe I just need to eat
My appetite comes and goes
I don’t mind that except when it causes problems with my headaches or my bloodsugar
Going to eat a bagel
That should help

Now that I am in these jeans it makes me want to eat less
But as I loose weight, I loose boobage size
Doesn’t make me or hubby happy

Getting ready to leave
So I will end this now

5 minutes (give or take) in my random mind during a quiet moment…

Naps look so lovely, yet while I have had the time this week to nap, sleep does not come
But hubby can sleep, I am jealous, want to hit him with a pillow for being able to sleep *evil grin*

Got peanut skin (yes, peanut skin) in my eye last night (eating shelled peanuts at a very windy bike night, skin got blown into my eye), scratched the inside of my eyelid, spent the morning in the ER, eye feels better, thanks for the Ultram script doc!

My journal lays on the floor, wishing me to write in it, bah

Lovely salad for lunch

Skype, love Skype

I have some hard decisions I have processed through this week, successful yes, but done, no

One Boy, One Girl by Tim McGraw
For a moment the whole world revolved around one boy, one girl

I love lyrics, I love songs that tell a beautiful story

Sushi – love it
Beer, wine, vodka – love it
Shoes – love them
A new shirt – love it
Mountains – love and hate them, love more
Rivers – love them
Cool weather – love it
Singing – love it
Photography – love it
Ballroom dancing – love it
Hanging with friends – love it
Mom and Dad time – love it
Kids being sweet to each other – love it

Second Chance – Shinedown

Tell my mother, tell my father I’ve done the best I can
To make them realize this is my life, I hope they understand
I’m not angry, I’m just saying
Sometimes goodbye is a second chance

Please don’t cry one tear for me
I’m not afraid of what I have to say
This is my one and only voice
So listen close, it’s only for today