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Momma Kiss: I think I have a point, hang in there.

Momma Kiss

If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

I think I have a point, hang in there.

Oh, life is a crazy bitch sometimes. I've been up for an hour, dealing with a sick 2 year old. Coughy, sneezy, faucet nose which means he'll probably be kicked out of daycare today. And yeah - I'm that mom who will send her kid in w/ a cold - because really? Those places breed colds...he's probably better off there. You know, for the sake of his immune system.

My children got the best of me last night. I had an OK day. Productive at work. Pleasantries w/ the Mr. The plan was for me to pick up kids and we needed groceries like you read about.

So I took the kids w/ me.

Mistake #1.

Big Kiss in all of his 4 year old glory, didn't get the "right" seat in the cart. You know those carts? The mutherfuckers w/ the truck on the front? The ones that kids scream for and then get out of half way thru the store? That cart. Apparently Little Kiss was in Big Kiss' seat. So he screamed. And cried. And had tears. I just kept on truckin,ignored the stares and got my produce.

Mistake #2? Giving in to their desire for deli cheese. What the EFF is with that? I mean, I'd rather the cheese than the cookies at the bakery, but damn, these kids know the deli man by name. Well then Lil Kiss dropped his.

Yah. So I shoved Big Kiss in the "wrong" side and continued pushing the cart thru while they both screamed.

The store manager knows us well and she opened a lane just for us. Probably to get us the hell out of there. The bagger was laughing at my screaming children and I said "You know, you should sell wine in here. Every third aisle or so. Or even shots."

Kinda cool aside? My grocery bill was $100. On the spot. I didn't even plan it.

Anyway - back at the ranch, Mr. Kiss didn't help me carry anything in and that set the tone for the rest of the night. Well, maybe the insane asylum trip to get food started it, but whatever.

Kids were yelling for food, Lil Kiss was coughing and sneezing snot rockets across the room, Big Kiss finally got a banana (whilst I cooked their different boxes of mac & cheese...I mean seriously? Scooby Do tastes the exact same as Spiderman. Whatever)...And Mr. Kiss took off the peel. Completely. Apparently he's not in the know about Big liking to hold his banana like a monkey (peel still partly on) and that started another tantrum.

I was pretty good over all. Didn't yell, mostly ignored, and cooked 3 frikkin meals. That shit has GOT to stop. I continued to prep lunches, my coffee for this morning (thank GOD) and put away the groceries.

We split up bedtimes - both of them little terrors - and then? Mr. Kiss goes to Manland. Guess he knew I needed my space. And while that was the right thing to do? It pissed me off.

So I'm folding laundry, he comes up for something and had the nerve to ask me if I was ok. He got a "FINE" and took off.

Don't blame him.

Later? He came up before going to bed and gave me the whole "you know, sometimes they have a hard day, too" speech. "Sometimes they just need a little TLC."

No shit asswad. I know this. But really? When they're clearly throwing a fit over the smallest things? I'm not rewarding them w/ chocolate milk and cartoons before bed.

Not to mention, I totally talked it out w/ Big Kiss before bed, letting him know that even when he's sad or Momma's frustrated, I love him all the time. His lil red eyes smiled and we snuggled.

Anyway, that pretty much sucked to be "told" by my husband.

Moral of this story? I'm struggling really hard to not dive into depression. Like REALLY hard. I had a pretty kick ass summer, got a new body and just had one of the best weekends of my life. No lie. It's like 2nd in place after my honeymoon. Maybe even 1st. But since being home and Hello? The bullshit that goes on in Reality, I'm really trying to be conscious of my 'tude.

I also started a new medication. Waited till after my trip and boy am I glad I did because apparently drinking on it, even 2 glasses of wine, is Effed Up. I'm stumbling and dizzy and shit this morning. Good times. Perchance the lack of alcohol will help w/ the depression?

While I'm forced to deal with Reality, let it be known that my mind is totally here...

Sipping a drink made by this fine specimen of a man...


Blogger Sassy Britches said...

Ho-ly smokes. I have so much to say!

A friend of minie was saying to me the other day that parents with screaming kids in stores should think of the other patrons and just get the kids the eff out. I could see the point, but I was also thinking, "Heck, if that were me, I'd probably get immune to it and just let the kids scream it out, ignoring it the whole time until it just had to stop." So, there you go. Don't even sweat it. Although, the fact that you had to deal with it, even by ignoring it, makes me want to give you a hug.

Second thing: when you man gave you the lecture on possibly seeing it from the kiddies' perspective of them having a rought day too, it made me cringe. One, because, well that sucks. Two, because I betcha five hundred million dollars that I would say the same thing to my partner...and hearing it from the other side makes me want to re-think saying it. Or at the VERY LEAST, comfort and validate the partner first, and THEN maybe suggest the alternative perspective of what might have been going on. So, you get another hug.

10/15/09, 11:02 AM  
Blogger Sassy Britches said...

Aaaaaaand I clearly need spell check.

10/15/09, 11:03 AM  
Blogger Denise said...

All I can say is...I COMPLETELY 100% RELATE. Well, not to the new body and great weekend - but everything else? Yeah pretty much. I am RIGHT with you today sista! Sure wish I could drown my sorrows in alcohol!

10/15/09, 1:04 PM  
Blogger JenJen said...

Hi Dammit
Don't deep dive into depression, MK, its not worth it. That sea is bitchy.
Husbands can be assholes.
So can kids.
Buy a lock for your bedroom door.

10/15/09, 2:39 PM  
Blogger MommaKiss said...

Thank you Thank you for the moral support (and hugs ;)

And I'm 'out' of depression - doing well - but don't wanna be going nutty again.

10/15/09, 4:17 PM  
Anonymous Kiki said...

reality does suck after that awesome weekend you had. Sounds like you got sun and sand and ocean just in time for the snow flurries ;) I wish we could all meet once a month!

10/17/09, 12:27 AM  
Anonymous Val said...

hugging you from across the states. You know I love you.

And Gabe. you can post that picture any time you want.

10/20/09, 3:20 PM  

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