Just another day...

Little A:  Mom. Mom. Mom. I have an injury. A bad one. It's really bad. Look. My nose really hurts. Right here. 

Me: it's dry. Go have dad give you your medicine. 

Little A: that stuff tastes terrible. You'll never take me alive!  (He runs away screaming.)

Conversations where I beat my head against a wall.

J where do you want us to take you to eat on Mother's Day?

Me: I'd really like Sushi. 

J: ...

The day before Mother's Day, while we're sitting at J's favorite diner

J: did you decide where you want to go for Mother's Day? 

Me: somewhere that has sushi. 

J: but I don't like sushi. 

Me: I don't like diner food. 

J: ?

Theyll probably take me to eat at the diner for Mother's Day. Know what I really want? For someone else to do the dishes that are currently piled in the sink. And I want to sleep in tomorrow. The kids asked what I want for Mother's Day and I was very specific. I even had them repeat it back to me. :-) I told then I wanted to go to the natural history museum, or go drive up the mountain or go for a hike.  We'll probably watch tv. And I'll probably still get diner food. Or pizza. My babies love pizza. But they'll hug me and snuggle me and that will be the best present of all...

Words of wisdom from little A.

Ok.  If two people get too close to each other and they're dreaming or both having nightmares (it has to be the same) then they could become one. Like one dream. Or one nightmare. To stop it, they have to get further away. 

On the road again...

You know it's a really special day when you've been to kaiser three times and the kids' school four times and it's only noon. 

I don't have time to have a real job. 

On the third visit to kaiser this morning I lost my car. I couldn't remember which spot I'd parked in this time, I went to the lot I parked in for the first and second visit. Is it time for summer  break yet?

Boys.

Little A just started taking baths again after a year or more of mostly taking showers. He named himself Captain naked the pirate. Then he made music by tooting in the tub and then laughing hysterically afterwards. Silly boy. 

I want to meet the president...

Big A:  oooh look it's president Obama

Little A:  I thought we were watching gymnastics. 

Big A:  it's the Olympics. The gymnastics is later. I want to meet president Obama. 

Little A: You have to bow to him. 

Me:  No you don't have to bow to the president. You just have to be polite. 

Little A:  Soooo we can't be mean to him? Or hit him right? That would be bad. Big A, when you meet president Bama don't be rude k?

Ramblings

It sucks when you realize someone that you thought cared, really doesn't give a shit. It sucks even more to realize that you can't change that person or your relationship with them. You're just stuck in a messed up situation. I feel bad for people. 

Unrelated, but it also sucks when kids will not go to sleep. J is asleep. Little A has finally  been quiet for a few minutes, but I can still hear big A in her room... I just want to finish the dishes, read a chapter in my book, and go to bed. 

Read this blog post this morning and it made me tear up a little.  Some days I don't feel like I'm doing enough. But maybe tomorrow I will get there. 

If you're a mama, you should go read this. 

http://lisajobaker.com/2014/01/a-love-letter-to-all-the-tired-mamas-everywhere/

Little A says

Mama.  Maybe my life is just a dream. (Pause) and when I die I'll wake up.