Oh ya'll I am still steaming about this one. And then again, part of me wants to haul off laughing. I think I haven't because I'm mad that my son thought this was so humorous.
I've heard the story of my mother-in-law threatening my brother-in-law, at the age of three, that if he didn't unlock the car doors by the time she counted to three, he would be getting a spanking. Let me inform you that the little guy had managed to get the keys to their car, put them in the ignition and start the vehicle...and then proceeded to lock the doors. I've laughed about this several times...I never knew that today I would be writing to you about my very own story of being locked out.
Yes, locked out!!! I was out on the patio doing laundry (our setup is out side on the closed in patio of our condo)and shut the door so Dean and the dog didn't come out. I finish loading the clothes into the washing machine when I hear an all too familiar "click". Ha, ha I thought...he locked me out. But when I looked in to see he's chubby little face smiling back at me, I began to get angry. I told him he couldn't play with his trains the rest of the day if he didn't let me in . HE JUST STOOD THERE SMILING... I waited a bit, then went back to him standing at the glass, sliding doors and remembered my mother-in-laws tack-ticks. And as I slowly counted to three, HE JUST STOOD THERE SMILING!
By this time I was a ball of emotions, mad because he thought this was funny and as much as it was...it wasn't, scared and a bit worried because it hit me that I hadn't taken him to the potty lately and just knew I'd have an "accident" to clean up. I watched as my little prankster went over to the couch, laid on his stomach and looked at me and smiled. It was at this time when I began to pray my husband would come home for lunch. With no neighbor in sight, I went back to the glass doors and called Dean over to unlock it. Finally, he unlocked it. What felt like half an hour was only 15 minutes, but still not something I want to relive.
I know, some of you may be saying...he is just three maybe he didn't know how to unlock the patio door. And that my friend, is where you are wrong. He knows how to do a lot of things that blow my mind away.
Needless to say, he is grounded from his trains today. Not sure if I will actually be punishing myself, but if there is one thing I have learned, I have to stick with what I say I will do.
There it is...hope it made you chuckle. I'm beginning to calm down a bit, and no doubt after Mr. Funny Man goes to bed, his father and I will be laughing our heads off.
Until next time...
Misti
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Lord, get me through this day....
Okay folks, I'm barely hang'n on. Today started off ok. I got my coffee, me and the little man left to go do our cleaning job and finished well before lunch. We made an important stop into HEB and then went home to eat. So far, so good.
After lunch is my son's usual nap time. Despite the fact he hasn't had a real nap schedule since he was 1, I continue to place him in his room where he can nap or play quietly. We finish lunch and move on to nap time, but not before pleading with him to use the potty and try to do #2. After a while of him not being successful and me desperately looking forward to my nap time. I put him in a pull up and put him down for a "nap".
Still having somewhat of a good day. Until 20 minutes after I close the door to my son's room I hear him calling me. I go in to find my almost 3 year old standing on his bed with his hands on the wall next to the oh so big vaseline stain (another story all together)and something seems and smells off. No, he should not be standing on the bed, and the odor didn't worry me right away because I knew he had on a pull up. But something else wasn't just right. I began to notice a certain dark color of faux finish on his bed, his sheets and yes, all over his body. He had pooed and decorated not just himself with it but his room as well.
It was about this time that my blood began boiling. Knowing that punishing out of anger isn't an option, I quickly tell him, in a voice that may have made Satan himself shudder, "do NOT move one ounce of your body". He had a look in his eyes that was a bit amused and a bit saying "oh man, what have I done".
I run bath water and for the next 30 minutes proceed to clean up the most hideous display of poo I have ever witnessed. It was in these 30 minutes where I thought over and over how to punish the little mess. I mean, you can't take away the kid's birthday, but that is how mad I was because he knew better. I finally came to an idea. My son is a bit OCD. He brings a coaster with him to his train table so his milk has a place in the mornings. And if I tell him I'm putting on pants but in the last second put on shorts, he melts. So, I cleaned him up, put on fresh drawers and told him he could not have pants on for the rest of the day. I don't think it really phased him but we don't have cable so if I ground him from anything else, I pay for it.
My husband came home early and rescued me, but I'm drained.
Maybe this isn't a big issue to some of you out there, but its been a long week and this was just the icing on the cake for me. Usually when something out of the ordinary happens, we get the camera, but today, not the case.
Tomorrow is another day....to which I will gladly welcome.
After lunch is my son's usual nap time. Despite the fact he hasn't had a real nap schedule since he was 1, I continue to place him in his room where he can nap or play quietly. We finish lunch and move on to nap time, but not before pleading with him to use the potty and try to do #2. After a while of him not being successful and me desperately looking forward to my nap time. I put him in a pull up and put him down for a "nap".
Still having somewhat of a good day. Until 20 minutes after I close the door to my son's room I hear him calling me. I go in to find my almost 3 year old standing on his bed with his hands on the wall next to the oh so big vaseline stain (another story all together)and something seems and smells off. No, he should not be standing on the bed, and the odor didn't worry me right away because I knew he had on a pull up. But something else wasn't just right. I began to notice a certain dark color of faux finish on his bed, his sheets and yes, all over his body. He had pooed and decorated not just himself with it but his room as well.
It was about this time that my blood began boiling. Knowing that punishing out of anger isn't an option, I quickly tell him, in a voice that may have made Satan himself shudder, "do NOT move one ounce of your body". He had a look in his eyes that was a bit amused and a bit saying "oh man, what have I done".
I run bath water and for the next 30 minutes proceed to clean up the most hideous display of poo I have ever witnessed. It was in these 30 minutes where I thought over and over how to punish the little mess. I mean, you can't take away the kid's birthday, but that is how mad I was because he knew better. I finally came to an idea. My son is a bit OCD. He brings a coaster with him to his train table so his milk has a place in the mornings. And if I tell him I'm putting on pants but in the last second put on shorts, he melts. So, I cleaned him up, put on fresh drawers and told him he could not have pants on for the rest of the day. I don't think it really phased him but we don't have cable so if I ground him from anything else, I pay for it.
My husband came home early and rescued me, but I'm drained.
Maybe this isn't a big issue to some of you out there, but its been a long week and this was just the icing on the cake for me. Usually when something out of the ordinary happens, we get the camera, but today, not the case.
Tomorrow is another day....to which I will gladly welcome.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Picking it back up...
Greetings whomever is reading this. I hope you have had somewhat of a pleasant day.
Since the wonderful world of blogging dates these entries, you can clearly tell that I have not posted one in a while. I'm not sure exactly why. Maybe its because I was about to pull out my hair trying to teach our two year old that we don't potty in the big boy underwear, or that life in general makes no sense at all and one day you can be on a fabulous high and the next needing coffee in IV form simply to push play on the DVD player so your young'n can have something to do while you figure out if brushing your hair is really worth it. Never the less, I have to pick up blogging again simply for sanity's sake. For some weird reason, its refreshing to let out all your emotions (whatever they may be) and send them out into cyberspace.
I promise to blog more frequently than before, but I can't promise to be brief. After all, no matter how many times I've made fun of my sister for crying at a sappy movie or women who bedazzle everything (love you Mom), I am a female. And I too, by the design from the Almighty, cry without reason and yell just because it feels good. So, they may be long or short but my blog will ring with honestly and raw emotion. Thanks for reading.
Misti
Since the wonderful world of blogging dates these entries, you can clearly tell that I have not posted one in a while. I'm not sure exactly why. Maybe its because I was about to pull out my hair trying to teach our two year old that we don't potty in the big boy underwear, or that life in general makes no sense at all and one day you can be on a fabulous high and the next needing coffee in IV form simply to push play on the DVD player so your young'n can have something to do while you figure out if brushing your hair is really worth it. Never the less, I have to pick up blogging again simply for sanity's sake. For some weird reason, its refreshing to let out all your emotions (whatever they may be) and send them out into cyberspace.
I promise to blog more frequently than before, but I can't promise to be brief. After all, no matter how many times I've made fun of my sister for crying at a sappy movie or women who bedazzle everything (love you Mom), I am a female. And I too, by the design from the Almighty, cry without reason and yell just because it feels good. So, they may be long or short but my blog will ring with honestly and raw emotion. Thanks for reading.
Misti
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Yay! A Laptop...
Can I just tell how excited I am to get this new little piece of equipment? I normally am big on journal-ing, but this is way funner (nope not a word) and almost as exciting as getting a new purse.
So its not like my husband woke up and said "today you shall receive a computer", well, he did but only because last night we got the sad, and definite news that our PC was on its last leg. The geek squad at Best Buy asked us to gather the family when they saw the condition it was in. However, since my husband has his own laptop for work, I get this one. Yes it is the main computer for our "family", and yes, I felt slightly nauseated as we walked to the Best Buy customer desk to purchase a pricey piece of equipment. But hey, its purchased, its wonderful and we won't lose all or our stuff on the PC. Plus, I get to blog and look at the Coach website even more.
Christmas is but a few days away, Jason turns thirty and a new year is yet to begin. Where does time go? I'm truly blessed, laptop aside, I have it all. Still homeless, but in my mind, I have all I need. Still searching for a name for the newest member of my family. I usually name everything so we'll see if something sticks.
Now off to learn Windows 7...
Misti
So its not like my husband woke up and said "today you shall receive a computer", well, he did but only because last night we got the sad, and definite news that our PC was on its last leg. The geek squad at Best Buy asked us to gather the family when they saw the condition it was in. However, since my husband has his own laptop for work, I get this one. Yes it is the main computer for our "family", and yes, I felt slightly nauseated as we walked to the Best Buy customer desk to purchase a pricey piece of equipment. But hey, its purchased, its wonderful and we won't lose all or our stuff on the PC. Plus, I get to blog and look at the Coach website even more.
Christmas is but a few days away, Jason turns thirty and a new year is yet to begin. Where does time go? I'm truly blessed, laptop aside, I have it all. Still homeless, but in my mind, I have all I need. Still searching for a name for the newest member of my family. I usually name everything so we'll see if something sticks.
Now off to learn Windows 7...
Misti
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Life Lesson from Mema....
So this year has been a real eye opener in more ways than one. Of course I've had my moments of bawling my eyes out and getting angry at life's events. We've had our cases of MRSA, broken arms and a loss of job. We've moved from a church and home we loved to a city of many unknowns. Despite the sad emotions and wondering what will happen next, God has reminded me time and time again of what I do have. My husband, our son, our health, our God and today spent with each other. Yesterday that simple, but important lesson was driven home to me once again.
Dean and I had lunch with my grandmother. We got her grocery list the night before, the next day went to H-E-B and picked up lunch and the groceries. My "mema" (as we call her) is amazing. She has lived a life of love, loss and disease. She can't leave home because of her many health issues. She has lost two husbands, a child, her mother and father, many siblings and close friends. She is blunt and a bit abrasive at times, but cries at every Christmas and birthday gift given to her. Her methods of tending to a wound, soothing a sick baby and cooking may all be looked down upon in today's world, but she knows her stuff and don't you dare dispute it.
We had finished lunch and were trying to solve the world's problems while Dean played with her diecast cars on the floor. In our conversation, she said something that struck a cord in my weary heart. Her words were, "If we don't have anything else, we have today. Tomorrow never really gets here, but today will always be." Mema then went on to explain how in her first marriage to my biological grandfather, Ray, many told her not to marry him because he wouldn't live three years. Ray had a serious heart problem which eventually led to a heart attach that killed him. Mema said that she didn't care if they had three months or three days...they had today and that was all that matters. After 33 years of marriage and three children, Ray went home to be with Christ. Mema has told me before,as we would look through her jewelry, that Ray was always surprising her with some gift...which is how she received most of her precious jewels.
Isn't that what Jesus so gently tries to get us to understand when he teaches us to pray, "give us this day, our daily bread"? Not this weeks or next months, but today. If we do trust him, and take that step of faith to not worry about our trials and tribulations but to cast them on him one day at a time, our today turns into years of joy and amazing treasures all gained by getting to rely on and know our Lord. He gives us many lessons in our life's that if we don't slow down and take it day by day, we'll miss something the Creator of all things is trying to tell us. I don't want want a second.
I may not have a lot of earthly goods, but I have so much my heart feels like it will explode. Life is but a vapor and I intend to breathe it all in....
- Misti
Dean and I had lunch with my grandmother. We got her grocery list the night before, the next day went to H-E-B and picked up lunch and the groceries. My "mema" (as we call her) is amazing. She has lived a life of love, loss and disease. She can't leave home because of her many health issues. She has lost two husbands, a child, her mother and father, many siblings and close friends. She is blunt and a bit abrasive at times, but cries at every Christmas and birthday gift given to her. Her methods of tending to a wound, soothing a sick baby and cooking may all be looked down upon in today's world, but she knows her stuff and don't you dare dispute it.
We had finished lunch and were trying to solve the world's problems while Dean played with her diecast cars on the floor. In our conversation, she said something that struck a cord in my weary heart. Her words were, "If we don't have anything else, we have today. Tomorrow never really gets here, but today will always be." Mema then went on to explain how in her first marriage to my biological grandfather, Ray, many told her not to marry him because he wouldn't live three years. Ray had a serious heart problem which eventually led to a heart attach that killed him. Mema said that she didn't care if they had three months or three days...they had today and that was all that matters. After 33 years of marriage and three children, Ray went home to be with Christ. Mema has told me before,as we would look through her jewelry, that Ray was always surprising her with some gift...which is how she received most of her precious jewels.
Isn't that what Jesus so gently tries to get us to understand when he teaches us to pray, "give us this day, our daily bread"? Not this weeks or next months, but today. If we do trust him, and take that step of faith to not worry about our trials and tribulations but to cast them on him one day at a time, our today turns into years of joy and amazing treasures all gained by getting to rely on and know our Lord. He gives us many lessons in our life's that if we don't slow down and take it day by day, we'll miss something the Creator of all things is trying to tell us. I don't want want a second.
I may not have a lot of earthly goods, but I have so much my heart feels like it will explode. Life is but a vapor and I intend to breathe it all in....
- Misti
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