Bits of Random for today...

*youngest daughter (YD) is having a bit of a rough day. Got in trouble for not helping to tidy when she should have. She was asked to put away the Halloween paraphernalia and not play with it. I looked at her 2 secs later and saw her putting her pirate costume back on- including the eye patch. When I got upset that she didn't listen and was playing with the Halloween stuff instead of cleaning she got RIGHT offended and said 'Mom, I am not playing with the Halloween stuff, I am WEARING it. Two different things mom so I think you owe me an apology for getting frustrated with me for no reason'....OMG......as if she just said that.....wow.


*after said altercation with YD she decided she was very offended with us (I just love this age) and thought in honour of the whole issue that she should have a temper tantrum and knock over the garbage can to express and demonstrate her level of ire. Yep- not smart. She was then utterly disgusted that she was responsible for having to clean it up and mop the floor after. After it was all cleaned and we were reflecting on the situation over a cup of hot chocolate ( I am also a fantastic mother) I mentioned that perhaps knocking over the garbage can was not a good idea and would she agree that she shouldn't do that again.....she declined. She explained she wasn't sure- if she got that mad again it may happen...and she didn't want to lie to me. My SIL who was over laughed and commented 'well...you did ask her opinion and you gotta love the truth'. I can actually picture how her mind must have been working:

knocking over garbage can=bad

lying to mother (that it will never happen again)=very bad

So she chose the lesser of the 2 evils. This is the same child who had to bring a hysterically written note home from her French teacher (who also left a hysterical message on answering machine- I think she may have been shrieking at times) because she upset the French teacher with her insubordinate attitude. During class that day said Teacher asked a question and asked the kids to raise their hand if they knew the answer. YD didn't have her hand up and Teacher thought she would catch YD not paying attention so asked her what the answer was. YD replied that she didn't know. Teacher accused YD of not paying attention and YD clarified that she was paying attention and the Teacher was the one who wasn't. YD noted 'You said to raise your hand if you knew the answer and I don't know it so I didn't raise my hand so why did you pick me to ask?" Please note that this was said in the tone of 'idiot' to the teacher as YD clearly didn't understand what the fuss was about. While trying to talk to YD about how she shouldn't talk to the teacher that way she asked then why was it okay for the Teacher to ask those who knew to raise their hands then ask someone for the answer with their hands down- 'now that's dumb and it's kind of like a bully thing to do mommy'. Wow...raising kids is scary at times...YD is quite smart but I won't tell her that..I don't want her to know that I realize she is smarter than me.

*Mini Me (my oldest daughter) has entered into scary teen years. There are times main man and I hold hands, look into each others eyes and cry hysterically wondering if we are going to survive these next few years. My mother (bless her) very lovingly screamed at me while growing up "I HOPE YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER JUST LIKE YOU...!!!!!" And I got one.....just....like....miserable....moody.....sarcastic....vicious teenage me. Wow- if I had of known then what a powerful witch my mother was I probably would have did the dishes after supper without her having to pop a vein in her head each time.

*Main man and I were sitting on the couch the other night, sipping tea and listening to our two girls screaming at each other, throwing items and just generally letting everyone know just how hated they are and he turned to me and looked deep into my eyes. His deep thought provoking gaze had me utterly captivated and I breathlessly waited to hear what profound comment he was going to share. In absolute seriousness he said "Listen...I don't want to break up but I was wondering if I could move out for a few years...just until they move out then I move back in.....just a thought". I grabbed his hand and caressed it lovingly while I said "there is no f***king way in hell you are leaving me here alone with those two" then I dug my fingernails into his palm just to emphasize how serious this was to me to. We then went back to sipping our tea quietly. I love how we openly communicate with each other.