Biting is not tolerated!

oh my quite the weekend here. My hubby is away on a golf trip with his brothers, they started doing it a few years ago and it has been really good for them so I have no problem with them doing a weekend every year.

My problem comes when my children decide to become possessed with the devil and be a total freaking disaster while I am on my own. Seriously.

It all started out so well Friday bedtime went off with no problems (they were beat from school and activities). Saturday, little angels ate their breakfast, helped with laundry and dishes, we went to the girl's first dance class EVER and we had excellent behaviour and even when we went to the dance store after to acquire some tap shoes things were going so good. A quick stop for lunch at nonnas, then we were off to the dollar store for a few things and a toy each because of such good behaviour, then finally the grocery store where they were again so delightful and helpful I was so proud.

Cut to getting home and all hell breaks lose, the portal to hell(apparently my living room) open up and there was fighting, kicking, screaming, no sharing, and then it happened, while I was hiding away in the boys room putting away laundry I heard it...something like a struggle, some grunting some pushing and then the great cry rang out through the house. I ignored it for a minute but then it got louder and had a more "hurt" tone to it.

What is going on here? I say innocently figuring the girl just got a misplaced hand to the eye.
He said, The girl took my dollor store toy and wouldn't give it back.
I said, so what did you do?
He said, I bit her.
I said, Mr. Full Name of child, THAT IS WRONG! Go sit on the stairs until I tell you to move.

I check out the girl and the welt on her back is already rising. I grab some ice and give her some loving. I look at him and tell him I just don't know what to say.

He starts to cry that she took the toy and wouldn\t give it back.

NOTE: I have them on a sitcker chart for things like cleaning up, being polite, sharing, brushing their teeth, etc.

I confirmed that the girl did infact take the toy, thus explaining why I had heard naa, naa, naa, naa, naa shortly before the crying and screaming.

The end result:

Biting is not tolerated it is violent and it hurts people, sometimes bad enough that they have to go to the doctor ( the boy understands doctors). Taking toys away is not tolerated, this hurst peoples feeling and is not how we act.

The punishment:

No sharing sitcker, how hurray sticker for having a great day, no cookies at dinner time and you have to tell your nonna and nonno why you may not have any cookies at dinner time (we were going there for dinner). No wii and no t.v. tonight after dinner.

Swift and memorable. Did not want them to worry all weekend until their dad came home. But they will have to tell dad about the absence of stickers on their Saturday line on the chart.

Over all I'd say I handled it well. I really did not know what to do. I was so shocked.

What have you done. In this situation??

What did we learn about punching?

Heard at my house before dinner last night.....


Peanut crying because she wanted to be picked up in kitchen where her wonderful, multi-tasking mother was making pasta sauce and pasta and steaming vegetables at the same time and said NO and told her to go watch T.V. for a few minutes. ANYWAY...

Peanut crying...
No crying little scuffling..
Bugaloo: Oh no you won't.
Crying and screaming from both children.

Wonderful mother leaps into action, turns down sauce and pasta and runs to living room.

She enters living room to see peanut lying on her back kicking and hitting, Bugaloo who is over top of her punch and hitting! (WTF?)

What is going on here? Stop what you are doing right this instant! (don't know where that came from, but I'm going to thank my mom)

Put one child on each knee. What happened here?

BUGALOO: I wanted her to stop crying!
MOM: So what happened?
BUGALOO: I punched her!
MOM: What the FUCK? you little SHIT are you on GODDAMNED CRACK (kidding)
MOM: Did she stop crying?
BUGALOO: No...(tears welling up in his eyes) She PUNCHED me back! WAaaaaa I'm so sorry Mom I shouldn't have hit her. Waaaaaaa! She hurt me! waaaaaaaa
MOM: Peanut did you punch your brother?
PEANUT: Nods head up and down.
MOM: Bugaloo, I would like to you apologize to your sister.
BUGALOO: I'm sorry peanut, I'm sorry for punching you.
MOM: Peanut, I would like you to apologize to your brother.
PEANUT: I sorry for hitting.
MOM: Now what did we learn about punching?

BUGALOO: It doesn't work.

ooommmmmmmm!

Dinner is served!

P.S. 10 mins later I hear a THUD in the living room and Bugaloo exclaims HEY! Apparently he was practicing his independent walking between our couch and chair and half way through as he passed his sister, she quietly reached out and SHOVED him and he FELL. Another round of apologies anyone!

Funny Story

Once upon a time....

there was a woman in her mid 30's with two children. She worked full-time due to the fact that her employer offered full family benefits and her husband's employer sadly did not.

Therefore this beautiful, organized mom of two, who did not want to stress out her mother in law for the summer created a plan of rotating babysitters. Mon-Wed - Nonna, Tues-Thurs - Niece, Fridays Neena and Papa (at their farm).

One day.... in a torrential downpour (rivaling a monsoon or hurricane)this beautiful mommy tried to pack up her car with kids toys, kids food, kids clothes and kids plus the dog. This went well for everyone except beautiful mom, who now looks like a bedraggled bag lady on the Las Vegas strip who has been on a two week bender.

Never fear.... in her brillant organized moments our heroine packed extra clothes for herself to change into for work and thankfully looks acceptable in a ponytail.

However, after unpacking said kids paraphernalia and said kids and dog. Here is a list of things she forgot.

Bugaloo's glasses
Bugaloo's toilet seat
Peanut's CLOTHES (for shit sake)
Peanut's Rice Milk (we have taken her off of dairy to see if this changes some issues she is having)
Kids' extra shoes

Honestly, WTF!??

The End-

Post Script -

Yesterday I came home to a hell of a messy house. Messy (but happy)children. I did what any respectable stressed out mom would do. I ordered pizza and began the cleaning up process. I load of dishes, two loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom (because God knows what happened in there). Bathing two children. Showered, washed my hair (at 10 pm) which meant sleeping on wet hair, so you can imagine what that looked like when my husband woke me up at 6:45am! (which really wasn't a factor after all the fucking rain) PPS. I usually leave the house at 7:10 to go out to the farm to drop the kids off on Fridays. Can you hear me! Listen closely.....FUCK!

Big cleansing YOGA breathe OMMMMMM...

The rest of the day will be better. I swear! ( all the time)

Riding the Good Times

I guess late spring was a little depressing in our house. I just couldn't seem to get it together and I had, zero motivation to do anything. Even the blog posts were crappy.

I guess I just needed to get in to the swing of summer because things have picked up in my brain. Obviously the 30 min commute to work on a beautiful day helps.

Today is another beautiful day! So I am committed to running at lunch today even though my legs are a little sore from yesterdays run.

We really need a new bed! I guess that is the main obstacle we face right now. Every morning the two of us wake up with sore backs. Now this wouldn't be so bad if we just had to get a new mattress and box spring but it is never that easy is it? We actually need bedroom furniture, or atleast a real bed. For Christ's sake we are in our late 30's this is our second marriage for both of us... you would think one of us would have a real bed. Not so much!

So we are stuck between a romantic wrought iron style and a darling wood and fabric headboard style that is totally functional because it has drawers underneath and we only need to purchase a new mattress. I am definately sold on the functional piece, but hubby is still on the fence. I gave him 24 hours to decide because damn! a girl needs her beauty sleep.

Next week we have an appointment with a social worker at our Children's treatment centre to discuss the best way to communicate with Bugaloo about his cerebral palsy. He has started to point out differences in people and has asked why certain people walk funny or talk funny or use different equipment. I don't think he has really equated himself as different yet, but I want to be prepared for this discussion when it happens. I guess I am so afraid of saying something that will scar him for life. I suppose I should be satisfied that anything said in love will not scar him for life but the hyper paranoia in me wants professional confirmation of that.

Hope everyone enjoys their day!

I am so MAD!

Apart from being my 2yr olds favorite book right now, this is how I feel today.

What part of writing things on the family calendar so we can plan our lives and be home for our children, to equally co-parent so one of us doesn't feel guilty all the time and our kids don't confuse the sitter for their "real home" does my insensitive husband not understand. I have only been warning him for two weeks that this is a crazy week for me and I won't be home on time hardly any night this week and he needs to arrange his jobs so he can leave on time to get home and get the kids.

I did my part last weekend preparing meals for the whole wee \k so all he had to do was heat them up and serve.

ASSHOLE has not been home until 6 every night and he left this morning saying he would be late again.

Is this some kind of crappy ploy of his to make me feel guilty for having shit to get done??? Is this a power play for him to exert his masculinity that his job is more important than mine??? Or in this particular case a haircut which is oh approximately 2 month overdue! (Can anyone say split ends!)

Whatever it is I am fucking sick of it and he can kiss my lily white ass!

Whew!

Poor children will be eating at their grandmothers tonight for the 3rd time this week, I feel guilty, but I need a hair cut my hair is starting to look like some frizzy monster and you can only tie it back in a bun or ponytail for so long before people start thinking your some kinda hardass.

Crazy busy day at work today but hopefully we (read me) will get caught up for month end. (please if there is a god or higher power, hook a girl up will ya)

Have a great day!