What do you know?

I loved the shirt. It was black with different colored hearts all over. I picked it up and debated making the purchase but eventually left the store empty handed.

Today my Mother in law came by to pick up the dry cleaning for us and she brought a Mother's day card and gift for me with her. As we exchanged gifts I opened up the bag and unwrapped the present...

it was the black rainbow heart shirt I'd put back in the store.

I rushed into the bathroom and tried it on and walked out to show her. She was excited that it fit and said she didn't know if I'd like it or not but she thought it was "me". Then I told her it was indeed me as I'd almost bought it myself when shopping but put it back instead.

The card she got me says it all when it comes to our relationship:

I love the way we never have to work at it - we just get each other.

Lock Down

My children walk over me. My husband knows it, my family knows it, I know it. They listen to me only after I've asked something several times or I've finally reached my breaking point. I've decided this is no longer acceptable. They have to listen to me the first time, no more repeating myself over and over.

Today as nap time approached I told Vincent, "it's time to nap!"

"NO!" he answered back.

"Vincent, I said it's time for nap."

"NO!" he looked at me and appeared to grin. I realized that as usual he thought it was a game. After all, Mom always gives multiple chances.

"Vincent, it's time for nap!" I said it firmly so he wouldn't mistake my tone.

"NO!" he yelled back, still grinning.

I walked over to him, lifted his tiny bootie and gave a soft thwack! Immediately tears welled up and he began to squall like I'd put a cow prod to him. He jumped up and began running up the stairs, all the while crying.

As we rounded the corner he threw himself into the floor, I asked him to go nap and he kept crying so I asked again. When he didn't move I gently popped his rear again and he wailed even louder before getting up and taking those final stairs to his room.

As I tucked him into bed and changed his clothes (we'd washed the van so he was a tad wet) his tears were all but dry. I told him I loved him and he had to start listening to me. He asked about Logan (he always does at nap time, asking "where's logan at?") and I told him he was at school and he settled into bed just fine.

I hate being mean but I have a feeling it's better to lock down now versus later.

Where readers come from...

Boy oh Boy...here are a few of the things people google to come across my blog...it's kind of scary actually.

Mom Busted Ass
Mom is Asshole
Bang my Mom now
Asian Woman in movie me love you long time
Unicorn Cake
Hand foot and mouth disease
Gallbladder attack
Breastfeeding in public
Champagne wishes and corn dog dreams
Mom bitches

and now the truly creepy...

breastfeeding turn on
lick it Mom
sex hongry Mom
incest mom and son
Mommys asshole

I'm thinking I won't be checking on this too often from here on in. These are just a few from the last week. Yikes.

Letter

I've been asked to write a letter. This letter will hopefully reach out to a man who has deserted his son and wants nothing to do with him. This letter will ask that he do the right thing and sit down one time with this young man who is coming of age and is struggling to find himself.

But how do you write this? How do you tell this man you understand his fear, his detachment, his hesitation, when you can barely contemplate it? How do you put into words that he at least owes this to his own flesh and blood without pushing him away and watching him refuse simply because he can? What words can convey just how important it is that he be a real man for once in his life and do the right thing?

Screw my college thesis and research papers. This is going to be one of the most difficult and most important letters I will ever put to paper. My mind opens and the words flow only to stall out and stutter. My best isn't enough, I need perfection.

I want to write something that will melt his heart and move him in such a way that he will see just how life changing this can be for his son. He doesn't have to be a part of his life. He doesn't have to see him again. All he has to do is give this young boy closure and let him know it's not his fault, he didn't do anything wrong, just sometimes people make choices that hurt others.

Please let me convince him, please let me find the right words.

Mom Confession of the Week

I totally acted like I didn't smell that dirty diaper today so my husband would change it.

2 Million or we abort the baby!

I hope this is a joke. I really do.

Idiots want 2 million dollars donated to them or else they abort their pregnancy.

If by some chance this is real, it's a shame your parents didn't abort you when they had the chance instead.

Unicorn Cake

Ok, I get a ton of hits for people searching for "Unicorn Cake". I just realized today I posted a before picture but never an "after" one. So for all those people who have come here looking for ideas and such, I apologize. Allow me to rectify that right now.

Here was the concept pictures I drew:



And here is the finished result:


I didn't bake this cake. I commissioned Baskin Robbins instead. It's strawberry ice cream with vanilla cake. The girl there is amazing and has done cakes for all of my children at some point.

So there you go, I hope for anyone that searches in the future, or has searched previous, this shows you how it came out.