Out of My Mind: Surviving School Breaks

So my soon to be 7 year old lump of a daughter that has grown attached to my hip these days was taking a bath this morning and says while laughing:

"Mom, sometimes I feel like this isn't happening in my brain right now... giggle, giggle...".

My Response:

"Um, yes Sweetheart. Welcome to Mommy's World."

Spring Break starts today with 11 days off of school.

I will survive.

?

Not.

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Parenting Advice: How to handle "Annoying Kid" Habit of Non-Stop Talking

Why Won't My "Annoying Kid" SHUT UP?

ANNOYING KID HABIT:

Do you have an Annoying Kid like me that literally CAN'T.STOP.FUCKING.TALKING? And I mean EVER? For some reason, ours doesn't understand the concept of "Thinking" versus "Speaking". If he's told to "Please Be Quiet..." he will turn to singing. Singing words. Singing sounds. Singing the alphabet. Singing Names. Singing "I love to Sing". Singing. Singing. Fucking. Singing.

BRILLIANT PARENT RESPONSE:

Just before your head is about to explode and you physically have to restrain either your spouse OR self from reaching around from the front seat of the car with arms grasping to rip Annoying Kid's head off... STOP, and simply explain:

"Annoying Kid, you need to understand that the conversation you are having with yourself right now is one that you should be having with your brain. Not with us. Did you know that normal people actually don't have to HEAR themselves talk all the time? Normal people actually have conversations with their brain. Without their mouth working. Not out loud. And this would be one of those times. Talk.To.Your.Fucking.Brain... NOW."

Stay tuned for more Brilliant Parenting Advice coming soon...

Dealing with "FEAR" and asking for HELP...

It's been a rough week, and today I faced yet I realized that another serious problem has been following me around for several months now, and must come out in the open. It's time.

Do you know when something exists, yet the anxiety of just verbalizing it to anyone else consumes you as a being, because God forbid if you do so, it will become truthful?

I especially feel guilty for not being up front with my husband. I think he knows it's there. I've danced around the issue for some time. He can see my mood alter instantly out of the blue, yet I continue to wonder if he knows the exact reason behind my occasional outbursts.

Anger.

Frustration.

Fear.

Isolation.

I have a lump.

And no matter where I go, I can't escape the fact that it's there.

She weighs 48 pounds and is 3 months shy of turning 7.

My youngest daughter won't leave me the fuck alone, people!

HELP!

Anyone?

I CAN NOT CONTINUE THIS WAY.

Why don't we call a truce and jab one of those needles in my eye, please?

Um, can I get a free pass?

Please?

My week just can't get any shittier.

Co-pays for the 13 steroid lotions prescribed

for unexplainable itchy arms ....... $130

Zyrtec, Allegra double dose, Nasal sprays

and special skin cleanser ....... $123.22

Learning that while I'm allergic to 43/58 allergens,

RED WINE IS STILL A-OK! ........ Priceless!!

Ouch.

Comment #15 Just Sent Me In Hiding

Now, I've already written an entire post about strange lurkers, but this guy just simply doesn't get it.

And while I'm too tired to creatively entertain all of you in my usual capacity, I felt I should at least share how I felt last night when reading comment #15:

Create your own FACEinHOLE