SBird–Har! I know that feeling well!

Julie–I was thinking of that, and also came across one of my GoodBlogs links titled “Some days I just don’t like my children”. When I clicked through, the lady who wrote it said she was afraid to admit it. And I thought, “Really?! Afraid?! Don’t all moms feel that way at one point or another??”

Anyway, I suspect the one-on-one time is a good idea.

AM–Yeah, it sucks big time to feel one needs to spell it out, in case someone takes it seriously. I can tell you that if and when OmegaDad and I go for dotter secunda (when we get our shit together, if that ever happens), I’ll keep it a deep, dark secret until it’s over with.

Lizard–Hah! “Someone” wakes up indecently early in this house, too. And we get the “I’m hungry” and then the “Ewww. I’m *not* hungry!” when the food is presented. If it weren’t for a deep-seated desire not to make food a praise/punishment thing, at those times I’d just give her the hairy eyeball and say “EAT IT.” and not let her leave the table until she was done. Ahem.

I pawned my kid off on a friend today, so I didn’t clobber her. Well, really, I begged for a play date and the friend offered to just take the kid. The result was the same: the little shit survived until bed time.

We had an event this week where “someone” woke at 6:15 and claimed to be hungry, thus not getting put back to bed. Went downstairs, asked what she wanted to eat, and was told “I’m not hungry.” Then of course she asked for TV.

Arrgh. And I don’t mean that in a pirate way.

I would definitely have insisted on the ibuprofen, if not something more yucky tasting. And the afternoon in bed. No TV. No movies. And just soup (not a favorite for my kid).

Sigh.

Sucks that you need a disclaimer. Big time.

Anyway.

Real moms call their kids “little shit” with real love, real humor and real emotion.

What a character.

When mine pulled that stunt in the a.m. before school one day…it was basically as Dirk described. Hasn’t come back up.

But, as unrelated as possible to that event, I did schedule some one-on-one time and stuff she likes to do, which, I suspect, is really what she was pining for.

When I was a kid, the rules were simple. If you are too sick to be in school, then you are so sick that you are in bed, can’t watch TV and have only bland food…