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No More Mrs. Nice Mommy

Sunday, October 5th, 2008

I’m so over both of my kids.

Rob and I have had an ongoing disagreement for months (years?) about this one issue and I think it’s taken him being away for a week for me to see things his way. Rob insists that the boys do not do enough around the house as far as cleaning up after themselves, lending a helping hand and pitching in when needed. I’ve maintained that they are only kids once and that as a kid I was messy and self-centered, etc., too.

This week, though, I reached my breaking point. I think things have been exacerbated because I had to go away for two weekends in a row and Rob was gone the entire time (I’m also realizing just how much Rob does around here!). The kids did not help me out one little bit. Even their normal chores were ignored until they were told repeatedly to get them done. I’ve long been a fan (in theory, at least) of saying something once and then if it’s not done dishing out consequences. I haven’t been so good with following my own advice/beliefs this week. It’s been rough just trying to take care of everything I need to for myself – between work, physical therapy, and meetings, and going away twice, I’ve been pretty swamped. Throw in the pets, taking care of my food, packing, laundry, dishes, and keeping the house kept up all on my own with virtually no help from the kids (who, by the way were busy making more messes) and you’ve got one worn out, pissed off, frazzled Amy.

Something happened on Friday, though, that absolutely pushed me over the edge. I packed my suitcase for my trip and told the boys to do the same. Even though they were told to pack on Thursday, they both chose to do so on Friday. That was a battle I decided I didn’t want to fight. I figured if they didn’t have their bags packed by the time we needed to leave on Friday, they’d wear the same clothes all weekend. So. On Wednesday and Thursday I had the boys do their own laundry (I’m dealing with the after-effects of that tonight – but that’s another story) and Aric’s clothes were still mostly in the laundry room on Friday. There was a suitcase sitting on top of Grace’s kennel in the laundry room that I used to pack my stuff in. After I was all packed up, I took the suitcase and placed it in the front hallway close to the door.

When Aric finally decided to pack his bag, he came storming downstairs in a huff wanting to know why I used the suitcase in the laundry room. He had that particular suitcase ready to go for his stuff, he tells me. I guess his plan was to pack his bag directly in the laundry room. I let him know that he didn’t really need a suitcase to go to his grandmother’s house for 2 days, but he was pretty adamant. I knew there were other suitcases so if he wanted to use one of those, he was free to do so.

Not too long after his bag was packed, I told him and Connor to load up the car with their belongings. When I came upstairs I noticed my suitcase was no longer in the hallway. I was pleasantly surprised. Aric packed my suitcase, too?! That was definitely unexpected. I mentally patted myself on the back for raising such a courteous young man who knew how to take care of his mother while his father was gone even if he was mad at her.

We drove over to my parents’ house and I had the boys unload the car of their belongings. Once they were done, I went to check that they had everything and noticed there were no suitcases in the car at all. My suitcase was not there.

“Where’s my suitcase?,” I cried to both boys as they stood staring at me slack-jawed on the curb.

Both shrugged their shoulders and said, “I dunno,” as they walked into the house, my dad trailing behind them shaking his head.

So here I had a 3 hour trip ahead of me that just grew by another 30-45 minutes. Even better – it was now ominously close to rush hour. I left without saying goodbye. When I got back to the house, I found my suitcase thrown haphazardly on the laundry room floor. That little shit. I spent the weekend nursing a resentment against both of them. And for the first time ever, I was away from the boys overnight and I did not miss them. Not even a little bit.

I know Rob is feeling frustrated since he’s 2,500 miles away and can’t help me out. However, I bet he’s also almost grateful that I’m going through this pain because it’s propelling me to change. My views towards the boys and their lack of contribution to the household has done a complete 180… and my actions are right behind. No more Mrs. Nice Mommy. I’m also looking forward to being more on the same page as Rob with this. I hated that there was a chasm between us whenever this issue arose, but I honestly didn’t feel their behaviors were a problem. I guess I needed to deal with them on my own for a while to truly see.

My boys are good kids, don’t get me wrong, but they sure are self-centered, lazy, and slovenly. I don’t know if changing how I parent them will change them internally; I’m hoping that they can act themselves into right thinking where this is concerned by me forcing their hand with their actions. And if they don’t, at least there’s more peace between Rob and I – and less work!

No More Elementary School

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008

Today was the first day of school for my “babies” – now junior and senior high schoolers. Damn, the time goes by fast.

Connor’s bus picks him up at 6:40 (yikes!). Here he is before walking out the door.


Aric’s bus is supposed to pick him up at 7:35, but that bus apparently comes early because there was no bus in sight from 7:30 on this morning. Rob ended up taking him in. Here’s Aric looking thrilled. Ha!


It’s funny, they both hate that I take their pictures on the first day of school, but they stand there without too much fight completely resigned to their fates. They’ll both appreciate having these pictures when they’re older, though. Mark my words.

11 Years Old

Monday, October 1st, 2007

Eleven years ago today, our little family grew by one. Our precious Aric Angelo was born at 10:15 AM Eastern European Time at Incirlik AB in Adana, Turkey.

Hard to believe that newborn has already grown into the fine young man who is mowing lawns, operating tractors, and shooting guns as well as men two and three times his age.


Aric is an old soul – at times he seems an old man trapped and tortured inside a young boy’s life. One of his teachers last year said to us that Aric just needs to “get through childhood” as best as he can so he can begin living the life he is so ready to live. As much as I want that for him – I know it will free him – I am dreading it because I just want him to be my baby boy forever. I love spending as much time with him as I possibly can; he’s such a character and always has the funniest and most interesting things to say. You never know what you’re going to get from him, either, as part of his charm is his unpredictability. I love that he’s so completely random – it keeps us on our toes and almost always keeps us laughing.

Rob and I have been incredibly blessed in this life. We’ve got two wonderful boys who both offer us their unique gifts and I couldn’t be more grateful. Today I’ll be spending some time in quiet reflection of my memories of Aric through the years and I’ll give thanks for every day we’ve had the pleasure of knowing him. I couldn’t have asked for a second born son that I’d love any more than I do Aric. He is a true gift to me and to our family. We’re all so extremely fortunate to have him in our lives and today we celebrate that fact!

Diva Cup

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

Have you ever used a Diva Cup? I have a few friends who swear by it, so I decided to give it a try and bought one tonight. I swear, I’m turning more granola by the minute over here. I’m looking forward to not having to change every few hours… and not having any more messy leaks! Sorry if that’s TMI, guys. Just like I told my 10 year old, though, it’s only natural.

Speaking of the 10 year old, he came with me to Whole Foods where I bought the Cup, and got himself a little education in the process. I’m pretty open with the kids, and I’m not embarrassed to talk about bodily functions or sex with them. He asked how the cup worked, so I told him. He seemed okay enough with it until I put the package in the cart. His eyes popped out of his head and was speechless for a moment. When he regained his composure, he said, “THAT is going to…. never mind. You are crazy.” Hahaha! When we got home, I had to pee really bad, so I was running to the bathroom and he yelled out, “Don’t forget your DIVA CUP!” Love that kid.

Saints Go Marching In

Friday, August 10th, 2007

Connor and his friends were in a talent show this morning at camp. They decided to perform US & Green Day’s version of “The Saints Are Coming”. These kids practiced this song for two hours last night and that is it. I think they did pretty darn good for only practicing one time and the drummer not having a bass drum. Heh. Check ‘em out, Connor is playing guitar:

And here’s a still pic, just because they’re so darn cute: