Jack and I woke up about 15 minutes late today. Not terrible, but in Jack’s world it’s a catastrophe. He wakes up right at the exact same time every single day. If he’s a minute late he feels like there is not enough time to do all of the things he needs to do. Like, play games, read and of course eat.
As usual, there were some charming freezes slung around the kitchen this morning. Here are the top five that I could remember. I think all of them had some sort of warning associated with them ha ha.
me: Jack, let’s move a bit faster this morning. (Repeat this five times)
5. (Hand holding a cereal box over the bowl, not pouring, while he stares at his iPad) just 30 more seconds on this game!
4. I am eating, see? Look what I’m doing, look what I’m doing, sigh. (Start shoveling cereal into his mouth)
3. It’s your fault we woke up late, why don’t you set an alarm!? (When I reminded him that he can also set an alarm, he said this is just my way of stalling. Stalling for what I wonder?)
2. You always wake me up late! (I told him we were on time all this week) I mean, you ALMOST always wake me up late!! (Sigh)
1. I have detention on Monday, but it’s totally not my fault, someone just put a pan on my desk and I was giving it back to them and he said Jeff the tension! So I have to stay after on Monday. (Sigh sigh sigh)
Or am I?
When I was a kid, St. Patrick’s Day always meant something, because I would wear green to school, and get green mashed potatoes and cupcakes, and wear pins that said “kiss me I’m Irish”, even though I wasn’t, and all that fun stuff.
Now that I’m older, and not even 1% Irish, it’s a holiday that kind of sneaks up on me and goes right past. I know a lot of Irish people, and my son is Irish too, but that usually doesn’t help me remember to wear green ha ha.
Me: Jack, go change your shirt. Put on the green one.
Jack: Why? No one’s going to care.
Me: you’ll care. And I’ll care. And Saint Patrick will care. Go pick out a green shirt because you’re Irish.
Jack: do we have any of those pins that say kiss me I’m Irish?
Me: no I don’t think we do, and even if we did, I wouldn’t know where they are.
Jack: ( calling from upstairs ) I don’t know which shirt is green!
I forget sometimes that he is colorblind.
Me: it’s the long sleeve shirt that’s farther over to the right in the… Oh forget it I’ll come up and show you.
Jack: is it this one? (He found the right one!)
Me: yeah that’s it! Now you look like my little Irish boy. That mixed with German. Explains a lot.
Jack: what was that?
Me: oh nothing…
And, boy does that explain a lot! Ha ha. Anyone else out there a mix of Irish and German, or have a child or spouse with that combo? Let me know what you think 🙂
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Here’s Moca chewing something green ha ha.
Just venting to say that I had to blog posts queued up and ready to go, over a week ago, but my phone broke in the drafts were lost. So you will have to suffer in silence for a little longer while I prepare new shit.
I’ll leave you with a quote from Jack from last night.
Jack: Mom, you really shouldn’t eat anymore M&Ms, especially when you get a big zit on your face like that. Shouldn’t you know by now?
If you’ve ever owned a puppy then you can appreciate my state of mind right now. We picked up Moca this past Saturday. She is half Pitbull and half Corgi mix. A rescue! Adorable and sweet at 12 weeks old. Smart as ever!
Then why am I in, as my friend called it, puppy post-partum? Because ITS LIKE HAVING AN INFANT!
It will pass. But I’m tired.
Jack is so thrilled to finally have a new puppy. He’s a great help also and Moca loves him.
Jack: i’m going to walk the dog morning and night right mom?
Jack: but it’s so cold and dark out at 6:30! Can you do it?
We have a pretty good schedule, Moca does really well all night in her crate I must say. I wake her up in the morning take her outside, feed her and take her in the kitchen on a leash to get Jack’s breakfast ready. The leash is for everyone’s safety and control. Especially Bella. And my furniture and walls.
Then Jack comes down stairs after getting dressed and eat breakfast, and we play in the kitchen while he ignores usHa ha. Then I take Moca into the bathroom with me to get partially ready while Jack brushes his teeth and get his things together for school. Jack will then take her for a walk for about 10 minutes while I blow dry and get dressed and then we all walk down to the bus stop together. And then I have a bout a half hour more playtime and getting ready time with the dog and then she goes in her crate around 7:30. Luckily I work close to home so I zipped home before lunch and spend a half-hour with her and then we were beat the routine when I get home from work.
She really is great at our routine even though it’s only been three days.
And that’s as long as it took me to write this blog post ha ha. I can do about a paragraph a day. I’m so tired and need a good Dog Walker! 🙂