The Traumatic Brotherhood of the Green Pants

So, as if rushing into my daughter's room in a half-panic at ten of eight to tell her it was ten of eight wasn't enough to get my day going. I had to stop just as soon as the words left my mouth...No school...Woops! Go back to sleep, sorry! Definately a "Doh!" moment but I wish it would have stopped there.

My son does have school today. It's pre-school, they roll differently. Getting him dressed is where the day took another strange turn. He has a pair of green jogging pants. Every single solitary time I pull them out of the drawer the past couple of months, it is met with "I don't like those". Actually, I could be folding them and putting them away and he will chime in. They are a perfectly nice pair of pants that he has wore quite a few times really. This disdain is recent.

He was in tears about these pants. Not faker-faker bellyacher kinda tears but fat, juicy I seriously don't like these pants tears. It's all mildly amusing and a tad cute, but also a bit disturbing. Aside from telling me they were too big, he launched into a tale of the pants falling off of him over in the field. These pants have never really been too big, so I am not sure where that is coming from but I can't help but pause and reflect on some possibilities.  I get him in the pants to show him that they fit perfectly...they really do.


He carried on for a few more minutes and was totally fine...until Daddy mentions the pants. The next thirty-forty minutes the water works were on and off. It wasn't always about the pants but it would end up there. Here I am five of nine and ready to crawl back in bed because I feel a little wore down.




I suppose I could have changed the pants. But it's not a line I was willing to draw, because frankly if I cave on the pants, then every stupid little thing become negotiable. Every thing becomes subject to tears and tantrum  and next thing you know I've got one of those unbearable douche kids that everyone feels bad for hating but can't help but to hate. Plus, I don't believe there are any known cases of child fatalities as a result of wearing green pants.



I'll let you know if that changes...

It's only Tuesday...really?

When the holiday falls on the weekend it messes up my flow. I don't know why.

Silliest thing Monday, took Jordan, my daughter for an eye exam and she no longer has a medical diagnosis. I almost cried. I know she thought I was being weird. She has had glasses for most her life. They told me her vision would never be very good, that she's never wear contacts (which she has for 2 years.) Today the doctor said she is 20/20 with correction in her right eye...with no turning. It was something that I was told would never happen. Still tho, if you've got a spare prayer keep her eyes in them. Maybe someday when she's a successful (insert yet to be determined career here) she can get Lasik.

It's the little things, eh?

So, you know what I want to do with this site? I want to give away stuff. Ima gonna learn me some Rafflecopter and make me some people happy. I have seen it done for profit but I keep thinking about just my friends that I know that would benefit. Fun trumps profit for me any day...blame my parents. I am thinking weekly, so you start thinking if you have any thing to promote and if you have something something you could entice people with. If you are not familar with Rafflecopter, may I suggest you jump to http://thesteadyhandblog.com/rafflecopter-giveaway-linky/ and start entering. It's fun really.

Anyway, I am thinking it wouldn't be until next month at the earliest that I would start the giveaways. I honestly will probably cover the first couple just because I don't want anyone else to have the disappointment of a bad result. If you are reading this and are interested by all means get in touch with me. Like I said next month at the earliest...

Tuesday...lordy it's only the second...I think it's this sudden cold that has done more to bring me down than anything.

One last thing...I am thinking about taking some classes. Adobe Illustrator for one. Although, I did this in that without reading a damn thing:


My husband has been whining for a logo. He keeps asking my brother, and I think the fact that my brother works an irregular schedule slows down his artistic efforts. IDK, though, if Ryan buys me a pen for my 'puter I have three hours a day to myself that I could figure it out. Then, I guess, I would be left taking HTML and XML classes because that shit is really interesting to me. I know, I am soo weird.

Anyway, here's to Tuesday that feels like Sunday but really it should feel like Monday. Good Grief!!