Here are the pictures from our weekend journey to NYC. We did almost all of this in under 24 hours. Being that it is only about 3 hours from home, we will have to do this again! Only next time, we are taking the train...and next time we are going to wear something that's a bit fancier to fit in....and next time I want to go to China Town.
This morning Cedeick decided that it was a good idea to help Daddy cook breakfast. First he made orange rolls (the best cinnamon roll on the planet) and then they moved on to the eggs. Chef Cedrick was moving along helping Chef Daddy when like always he moved on to the next step a bit too early.
"Daddy, I want to cook my own egg. I want to crack it. I'm going to pick this one....his name is Roger. I'm going to cook Roger! Because he will be delicious!"
"OK you cook Roger.....but wait.....oh you already did. OK just don't crack anymore."
"Mommy, Roger is cooking...see?"
I just laughed and said.....as long as you feel comfortable naming your food and then eating it, that's fine with me.
About a year ago I was sitting in my pj's thinking that I was in heaven. I had just returned from the adventure of my life, quit my day job, and was feeling pretty full of myself. Little did I know that I was entering another form if stress that I had been relatively removed from for about three years.......motherhood.
Now I'm not saying that while working a full time job I was not a mother, but I was not up e all the time and I certainly wasn't with the kids all day long. So the point is that it has been a year now, and although I had full intentions of being a millionaire by now, I was really not prepared for the job I had bestowed upon myself. Now, instead of just one job where I sat on my ass all day long and pushed a big plastic mouse around for 8 hours, I am tackling four jobs, and really only getting paid for two.....and I so making barely enough to keep gas in my shuttle bus.
Am I complaining? Sounds like it, doesn't it? I guess you coulday that I am re-evaluating the situation. Truth is that I really hate working. I don't like getting up in the morning. I don't like having a boss. I don't like having to rush all over the city dropping off kids, driving "sitting" in traffic, and than sit still for 8 hours and then come home to do laundry, dishes, homework, and whatever other exraciricular activity the kids are involved in that day. So, why do I bitch? It's because I just feel like I am so much less organized than ever before because i have to deal with children all day long and solve the most bizarre problems.
For instance..... Today my day started very much like the day before. I am woken up several times in the morning to make sure that Brian gets to work on time, and then that we remembered to take the trash out because I hear the trash trucks. Next Cedrick comes in to snuggle and command me to feed him breakfast, and then Xavier comes in to talk way louder than is necessary and inform me that it is time to get up and he wants to watch tv downstairs. I take a really fast shower so that there is not enough time for either child to severely burn down the house or break anything- I hope.
Then I remember that I am watching my friends newborn for a few hours.....this will be very interesting. Everything goes rather well until I have baby in arms and both boys are (you won't believe this) fighting over who is supposed to be dusting and who is going to vacuum the living room. As with all situations Xavier has to talk louder and louder and Cedrick just gives him a knuckle sandwhich and bursts into tears. I have decided that there is no job inthe world that could ever compare to the HR nightmares you may encounter while managing a two boys ages 6&8. Like I said, nothing compares, and while I pride myself in the fact that I try really hard not to go overboard in reacting to this chaos, sometimes I just honestly do not know where to start. So in a quick knee-jerk reaction, I swiftly kicked Xavier in the butt because my hands were full and he was so loud that the baby was starting to cry, and I was not really trying to hit him hard, but then again, I wasn't trying to be gentle. Dare I say that I was really not gentle.....in fact, my foot was sort of stinging, and Xavier was in tears.,,,,shit...I just finally crossed that line.....
"I'm sorry buddy, I didn't mean to kick you that hard....can you please let your brother finish dusting?"
"No...that wasn't a good enough sorry....and that really hurt! Say your sorry for real!"
Um....are you kidding me....I know that it hurt but what the hell? Am I really suppose to apologize in such a way that makes it seem like I am some evil parent that regularly beats the hell out of their kids? Apparently so....
"I'm really sorry, sweetie....I really didn't mean to hurt you."
"Now, you sound like the kids at school, say you'll never do it again!!!!!!! SAY IT!!!!"
Ok, now I am about 2 seconds away from beating the shit out of him for real....are you kidding me?
He stares at me, and he is sooo mad that his face is crunched up and his eyes are glaring at me....I am actually quite surprised at the intense emotion he is displaying......
"Xavier, I am sorry.....I am really sorry, but I don't know why you think I can never spank you again! I am your mother and I hold every right to spank you for acting like that!"
" But, you didn't spank me...you kicked me, and that's mean!"
(Meanwhile Cedrick is humming sweetly and dusting and spraying away. Wiping off the tables and skipping around the room....and the baby is struggling to keep his bottle in his mouth because the poor woman holding him is having a very loud and extremely strange conversation with a very loud 8 year old boy!)
"OKAY! I WILL NEVER KICK YOU IN THE BUTT AGAIN! Now, can you please stop wiping this table, and move over to the entertainment center?"
Honestly, all I wanted was a little help around the house.....why does everything have to be so damn complicated? It just does. Because everything in my life while dealing with children, sisters, husbands, other children, play dates, church functions, baseball games, checkbook, groceries, decorating, cleaning, and brushing teeth has to be so utterly, unbelievably, inconceivably complicated!!!!!!!!!!