Sledge Hammers and Amazing Parenting Skills

Don't worry... I haven't forgotten about my blog, we have just had a fairly uneventful past week! Last week ended without much fanfare. Austin did well for his first week and had fun! On Saturday we went out to my moms house to have a BBQ. We had a nice day visiting, playing, riding bikes and BBQing in the crazy wind!

Sunday was church in the AM and relaxing afterwards. We have had a cold floating around the house and bouncing between everyone. The boys had it first, Matt was feeling poorly on Sunday and it was my turn on Monday. In addition to my cold which came with a nasty sinus headache, I dropped a sledge hammer on my head on Monday, which caused me to sleep from about 5:30 Monday evening until 7:30 Tuesday morning. Tuesday morning I felt well though, except the bump on my head still hurts when I wash my hair or touch my head!

Yes, in the above paragraph I did say that I dropped a sledge hammer on my head, just to clarify. I actually didn't drop it, it fell off of the top of a ladder. Why was it on a ladder? Because I was hanging a tennis ball from the garage ceiling, so I know where to stop my car. Why was I using a sledge hammer? Because I couldn't find a hammer, Of Course! I forgot I left the sledge hammer on the top of the ladder (it's a 6 ft. ladder), so when I closed it, the sledge hammer fell off and landed directly on my head. I stood there checking for bleeding, while I assured Ryland that I was fine, when really... I wasn't quite sure I was. It sucked.

We finally got our T.V. and Internet hooked up yesterday. Which is very nice because our inventory of DVDs is getting really boring and I'm tired of going to Red box every day! The cable guy was lonely and stayed for more than 2.5 hours. (Mind you, our house is prerun for cable, he literally had to hook up the box and modem, that's it!) He went into detail about his personal life and why all the girls he likes suddenly stop talking to him. I couldn't help but think, "Dude, I don't blame them...I don't even know you and I want to walk out of my own house so you'll stop talking". At one point, he actually sat down on the couch and started watching T.V. I was like, "Can I get you anything, you want a beer or something?" Well, not really...but I thought about it. I finally had to begin dropping hints about how late it was getting and how much I have to get done! He left, Yay! But not before telling me his plans to move out of state with a girl he met on the Internet who offered to pay off all of his debt with her babysitting money...she makes $35.oo an hour. My thought: I need a babysitting job in Florida! And this poor boy has a lot to learn! Go get'm tiger!

Austin came home sad today because some boys he met wouldn't let him play with them. It broke my heart! He wants me to send a note to his teacher tomorrow to tell her about what happened and ask her why the boys wont let him play. How cute is that! I mean... super sad but so cute that he want's his Mommy to send a note to school to make the kids play with him. I'm totally doing it!!!

I'll let you know how that one pans out!

Matt and I sat down and talked to him about why they might be being mean. Which boiled down to; you're the new kid and they are jerks! We told him that he has made lots of other friends, these boys are obviously not nice, so why do you want to be their friend anyways.

Matt went into how there are A**holes everywhere and how even Mommy and Daddy deal with them where we work and do life, but not everyone is an A-hole, so let them be and go hang with the nice kids! Literally, we said A**holes. ( I know, parenting at it's finest! We told him he can never, ever say that word though, so we're good!) Sometimes you got to throw a little curse word at the first graders once in a while to really get their attention (a tip I learned from a dear friend who teaches 7Th grade, I know....1st and 7th are very different, but hey...you do what you got to do!)

Anyways, after our award winning parenting discussion, we actually had him feeling better and laughing instead of crying. Which made me feel a lot better, even if we did call his first grade class a bunch of A-hole jerks!

In the end, it was good. He feels better and hopefully will just let the mean boys be and play with the nice ones. He still feels the need to make them his friends...so I'm sure he will try again. I just hope he doesn't get his feelings hurt again, or end up in the principles office for dropping the A-bomb on them!

And I am sending that note! I'm going to be crazy-mom for as long as he's willing to let me be! One day he will beg me not to send a note, until then...It's on!