I was watching a rerun of Dawson’s Creek this morning with the hubs before the kids got up and it reminded me of my pre-kids life. The actual episode didn’t remind me but the act of watching that specific show undisturbed did. It’s funny how I thought then that I was just soooo busy. Ha! That life was EASY! Nothing about that former life could prepare me for my life now.

My biggest concern back then was dying my hair the correct color of blonde and making sure my “hooker” boots matched my outfits. Not that I despise those kinds of boots now but can you imagine a petite mom like me wearing hookerish boots while holding a 2 year old on her hip with a 5 year old by her side. We’d surely look like we escaped from the circus!

The things I am dealing with now just don’t compare. Not that I expected them to but…I’m just saying. Do I make any sense here?

Anyway, back to reality here, I am currently dealing with a 2 year old that doesn’t like diapers or the potty so he pees throughout the entire house. He reminds me of a little puppy named Magenta (an obsession with blues clues) that we got our oldest son when he was 2 years old. Well, needless to say, we took it back and exchanged it for a cat. I guess I can’t exchange* my child huh? I wonder if I took him to the Humane Society if they would give me a cute little cat instead. You think they would?

I’m also dealing with a 5 year old who thinks for some reason that he is the parent and that he doesn’t have to do anything we tell him to. I am at a loss on how to deal with this. It’s actually just started in the past week and I know we need to deal with it NOW. I feel like I am doing all I can. You think I could trade him in too? Since he’s so big maybe they’d give me one of those big dogs and a cat. Wait, I don’t want a dog. They’re more work than a child.
Ok. The end.

*Any comparison of a child and a dog above is a joke and any reference to exchanging my son for a cat and the other for a dog+cat is purely a joke. It kind of makes it not funny when I have to add this little note to the end but sometimes the way I write doesn’t sound so funny so I figured it would be helpful to incude this footnote for the crazies. I do love my children. I really really do and would never harm them.