Absent

I need to apologize for my blogger absence. Sorry. I'd like to say that it was because my children were perfectly behaved angels, but alas, not so.

Today, we had our first experience with road rage. We had just picked up lunch and were heading home and some ass cut me off. So, I did what came naturally to me. I called him a dick. My son, who is sitting 800 feet behind me in the back of the van asks, "What is a dick?" I did what any good parent would do.

I lied.

I told him that his name was Richard and Dick is a nickname for Richard. Thankfully, he seemed to accept this and carried on asking me how I knew his name, why he almost hit me, and how come he waved at me (with a middle finger - seriously??? HE cut ME off.)

Last weekend I shipped the kids off to grandma's house. The morning we picked them up, they woke up at 5:15am. I wanted to visit a friend after we picked them up, so we swung by. It always gives me the warm fuzzies when my kids' behavior makes someone else feel better about their life. Especially when their life involves an 8 year old Autistic son. Bryce is the sweetest kid. He is incapable of hate. Everything I have ever seen him do or say has been filled with happy. After all he has been through in his short life, he is still happy, grateful and thankful. We could all learn a lot from him. As sweet as he is, he is a handful. And that is the biggest understatement I could ever come up with. 1 Bryce is equal to 4 or 5 - 3 year olds. I may not know him that well, but I do know he will not eat grape jelly, will eat you out of house and home (it does not matter WHO'S home), and cannot handle a crying baby or screaming child. This brings me to why he spent our entire visit outside. In the rain.

I don't know why really, but my kids started screaming hysterically and acting like possesed lunatics at Cindy's house. Well, they were tired, but still....They had the biggest meltdowns I have ever seen. Ever. Even when we ran out of frozen waffles they were still semi controlled. Cindy was laughing and probably thinking that I should drug my children....or get the Hell out of her house. *sigh* But she did say that I made her feel better about her life for a minute. Im glad. Because if you look at your life, no matter how hard or trying or frustrating, no matter how much you want to run to the nearest liquor store and buy a big bottle of Grey Goose - life really isnt that bad. I have 3 beautiful children, a husband who provides for us, a roof over my head and clothes on our backs....what more could I need? (Aside from aformentioned vodka, of course.)