Sunday, March 31, 2013

A Break In Our Regularly Scheduled Programing

Due to unforeseen circumstances I had to take a minor break in blogging.  (as you may have noticed)   I also had to ditch my A to Z theme for this year, I am not dropping out of the challenge I just cannot commit to the work that my oh so brilliant theme involved after losing a week of writing time.

That's not to say I won't tackle it, after all some of the posts have already been written, therefore they will be pushed forward to 2014.  Meaning this year's A to Z will once again be random.  That's a scary thought for me right now, at this point I only have idea's for A and C, but those posts at least will rock your sock off.

Oh wait, I also have N and H, so that's not so bad, only 22 more to go.  Here's looking forward to another great challenge and hopefully no more bad surprises this year.  Because that would suck and I have already had too much suck this year. 

Anyhow, here's looking forward to an awesome challenge this year!

Friday, March 22, 2013

My Daughter

I had an incident with Cat earlier this week that really made me realize how strong willed of a child she is.  We were getting close to the time we have to leave on Tuesday morning and she was taking for ever to get ready so I told her if she didn't have her snow suit on by the time I got back in the room I was going to do it for her.

Of course, she didn't put it on, so I put it on for her which elicited a meltdown, but it was time to go so I put on her boots and off we went down the street...with Cat screaming like I am trying to murder her.  Every time she paused to take a breath it was:

"We have to go back, I need to do it myself."

Me: "I gave you a chance to do it yourself, you didn't.  If we go back we will miss the bus, your brother will miss his school bus, I will be late for work and get fired and you guys will starve to death."
(yes, I actually tell my kids that they will starve to death if I get fired.  Yes I understand that this is all sorts of bad parenting.)


Me: "Too bad"

We get to the bus stop just as the bus gets there and she is still screaming her tiny little head off, only now there are tears as well.  I actually feel like a giant ass.  Which is, of course, what she is going for.  Ace, quite smartly ducks into a seat before he can get stuck sitting next to the tantrum machine.

Bus driver: "What's up with her this morning?"  (he's still pretty new to the route, he's never experienced her having a meltdown before)

Lady we see everyday: "Didn't have time to grab a toy?"

Me: "Snow suit."

She nods in sympathy and I wrangle Cat into a seat where she proceeds to howl and mutter about how she wants to go home for two stops before she hatches an idea in her little mind.  She goes quiet and starts peeling off her boots.

Me: "Put those back on, we're getting off at the next stop."

Cat: "No.  I want to do it myself."

Me (stuffing one boot back on): "I said leave them on!"

Cat: "NO!" (starts to cry again)

I shove the other boot and her bag at Ace and scoop her up as it is now our stop.  We get off the bus and she immediately starts screaming to get down.  I plop her down on a bench as I need to put her other boot on anyways and I turn to grab it from Ace. (not even one second!)  She the other boot off and has unzipped her jacket.

Me: "What are you doing?"

Cat: "I am doing it myself."

Me: "...Buddy, go to daycare."

She took her entire snow suit off, right there on the side of the road, in the freezing cold and put it back on.  And then she skipped off to daycare all smiles and sunshine like nothing ever happened.  While I just looked at her and shook my head, because really?  The whole situation lead me to think about how the experience of having a daughter was different from how I thought it would be.

Before I had kids I had this beautiful fantasy about what it would be like, I would have a daughter and she would be quiet, sweet and shy.  I would be able to dress her up in cute little clothes and she would like the things I like and we would have tons of fun.

Then Miss Cat finally came along and I thought "oh here's my chance'.  I took up new crafts so I could make her pretty things, hair bows and tutus and all sorts of stuff.  Then the not sleeping started...then the little personality emerged...some of my fantasy changed.  (about the time she painted her legs with red nail polish, out of my eye site for 5 minutes, 5 MINUTES!)  Now I dream about the day when I can not panic about what she may have gotten into when she has been out of my eye site for longer than three seconds and Ace isn't with her. 

Don't get me wrong, I think my spirited little daughter is awesome.  We share many things in common, a love of Doctor Who, My Little Pony and zombies.  I adore that loves Buffy the Vampire Slayer and reading.  I love that she will rock a tutu and dragon tail while wondering the city. (and randomly roar at people)

I think it will be a trying interesting experience to deal with her as she grows up.  We already clash quite a bit as she is as stubborn as a mule. 

Monday, March 11, 2013

The Monday After The Time Change Should So Be A Holiday

Today's post will be nothing more than a rant thanks to the lack of sleep due to the stupid time change.  I am not even sure how I managed to make it in to work today fully dressed and looking like a grown up.  I am just thankful it is March Break and the kids are away for the week or I would probably be hiding under my bed right about now.

So, Toronto Comicon and my first attempt at cosplaying were awesome.  I totally get why people do this now.  It is fun.  There is something incredibly rewarding about putting effort into your take of something you love and having other people appreciate it as much as you do. 

The post and pictures (yup, I brought my camara this time) will be up later this week along with several making of posts.  I mean, it is after all craft month and I have posted nothing about it so far since I was too busy crafting.   Which in a weird way makes sense to me. 

Sadly, the crafts I loved making the most, like my super puffy TARDIS cosplay underskirt I didn't take any pictures of myself making nor did I really get any good shots of myself wearing as I was wearing it under something.  Alas, crafter problems. 

Oh well, those are the breaks.  Look for some actual posts this week with some great pictures.  As soon as I catch up on that sleep. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

My Take On The Whole Food Allergy Thing

I'm going to start right off the bat by warning you that this post contains my opinion, which as you may or may not know, may offended you.  If that is going to bother you please stop reading now. 

Okay, so my opinion on this as a parent is yes, it is a massive pain in the ass to not be able to send my extremely picky child to school with a peanut butter and honey sandwich (his favorite).  So he just takes honey (almost everyday since JK) not the end of the world.  Not for me not for him. 

That note that I got home the time I bought him the fancy honey that kind of looked like peanut butter and forgot to send a note in his lunch bag about how it wasn't peanut butter (seriously it was apple cinnamon) was embarrassing but also not the end of the world.  

Having to check ingredients in what I snacks I send him with, annoying but really he probably shouldn't be eating most of that crap anyway. 

If someones kid got sick because of something I sent with my kid to school I would feel guilty forever.  And probably a bit longer than that.  I am blessed beyond belief that my children do not have any food allergies, because their mother does.

Thankfully, none of mine are life threatening.  Otherwise, as my mother would be happy to attest to, I never would have made it out of childhood.  I was that kid who just wouldn't listen to my mom.  No matter how sick I got I just couldn't stay away from foods that I was allergic to.  In my case the biggest culprit was chocolate.  (so you can totally see why right?)

The number of times one of my parents had to sit up with my sick as a dog ass because I just couldn't resist something at one of my friend's houses or a school party is higher than I can count.  Definitely every Christmas until I was around 12.  I am surprised my mother didn't just start keeping me home. 

My mom did everything she was supposed to do as a parent, she informed the school of my allergies.  She told my friends parents, she told me about what I was not allowed to eat and how I would get very, very sick.  Guess what?  I still did it.

Even after I got very, very sick.  Like wish I was dead sick, I still did it.  Because I just wasn't that bright as a kid.  I was about 11 or 12 before I figured out that it was better not to feel like crap. 

Now I'm not saying that anyone else's kid is as stupid as I was but I would rather not take that chance just in case my kid decided to share his lunch.  Which they do, no matter what anyone tells them.  I know this because he comes home all the time asking me to buy him weird snacks.