I Quit. Mark my words:
I Q-U-I-T thinking that my 6 year old has hit a new stage where positive reinforcement actually works and getting ready for school can include normal voice-tones and workable ponytails on the first try instead of my typical verbally abusive threats of "IF YOU DO NOT GET YOUR SNEAKERS AND SOCKS ON RIGHT NOW...................................!!!!!" followed by tears. Hers and mine.
I Q-U-I-T playing nice in the sandbox at work with a colleague who for some reason thinks the two of us are in competition versus on the same team working together towards the exact same goals and bonus potential. WTF? Can you say insecure, un-confident, no self-esteem little old man???
So Happy Halloween my blogger friends. I'm off to enjoy sitting in 2 classrooms of stinky, germy elementary school kids accompanied by my ex-husband and his girlfriend, along with lovely room parents who don't want me there. Then I will be thrilled to stand outside for 45 minutes to watch my girls parade around their school track in costume, or should I say half-costume as last night they decided that parts of their ensemble of course "bugged" them, who will ignore me as I try to yell their names to get at least one picture to record the fact that I was there and tried to be a decent, supportive mother for when they grow old and complain about me in therapy.
You bug me girls.
And I love you.
And I wouldn't miss this shit for the world.
Trick or Treat,