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I swear I'm not a bad mom!

Friday, May 26, 2006

Last night Elle and Zed were both wearing on my last nerve. School was out on Wednesday and their regular after school program 1) doesn't provide any care until next week, and 2) has gotten outrageously expensive. So, I found another program to put them in for the month of June. It's through our local sport authority, and is better because a) it's less expensive, b) it provides care when I need it, c) the program includes lunch, and d) it's all sport related, so the kids are running around a lot and they get to try a lot different sports. Since his dad left over a year ago, Zed has gained a bit of weight and getting him to be active is hard sometimes. So, when I picked them up yesterday, the first thing they did was whine about why I picked turkey sandwiches for them rather than hot dogs. Duh! The point is to be more healthy. You can have hot dogs and pizza once a week. The other three days you're getting ham or turkey sandwiches. I told them. So did you like it better than Program A? Well, except for the 8 year old that tried to intimidate Zed into giving him a bat (when the kid already had one bat), he liked the day. And, except for the mean 3rd grade girl that called Elle a brat and told her she was the "worst hula hooper in the world", Elle thought it was ok. But there was no arts and crafts. Gee darn. Does this mean I don't get "art" to hang on my fridge? Oh, and I forgot to give them money for "snacks". Can I get no credit here for anything? So, last night, I told them if they wanted money for snacks, they had to earn it. Zed unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher. Elle picked up all the newspapers and took them out to be recycled. They cleaned their bathroom and brought all their clothes out to the wash. Then I let them watch the end of Drop Dead Fred. Then they wanted to watch another movie! No! Go outside and play until it's dark. I don't want to see you until it's time to get in the bath. So, they did. They played catch together. I went out to check on them, and realized Elle has a really good throwing arm, and Zed was using his smarts and rolling the ball to his sister, considering 1) the glove was too big, 2) she does't catch well because she's never learned, and 3) all of her other bumps and bruises on her face are finally almost healed. Uh, what was that? Yeah. She had: A bruised cheek. Her Brilliant Father let his quickly-growing French Mastiff, Rocco, chase our daughter around his apartment. She fell and hit the side of her face on the coffee table. It was swollen, knotted, bruised and slightly scratched. I took her to be examined for nerve damage in her face because her smile was slightly off, over a week after the indident. She's ok, but if she hadn't have been, he would no longer have nards. A black eye. After the soccer swim party two weeks ago, she was in her room taking off her suit and hit her eye on the corner of the dresser. Gave her a nice shiner from the outside of her eye to the inner corner. Another semi-black eye. Zed was taunting her, she grabbed the finger with which he was taunting her, and he hit her. Gave her a small bruise on the outside of her other eye. He got in big trouble for that one. A busted lip. She got hit in the face with a baseball last Sunday and it busted her lip. I'm CPS's worst nightmare. But aren't they CUTE!
Have a great long weekend!

5/26/2006 09:26:00 AM :: ::
  • If I remember correctly, weren't you apart of an incident in which your sister broke her finger? Kids are kids. Haha. Ah, childhood ...

    You are a GREAT mom!

    By Anonymous Brittany, at 5/26/2006 10:41:00 AM


  • Wow, she's really raring back to throw. You need to get her in softball!

    Some of those stories about her accidents are too cute.

    By Blogger Bone, at 5/26/2006 11:52:00 AM


  • CPS could easily come to my house any given weekend. 9's concussion from flag tag, stitches in her head from jumping on her bed, 6's bruised shins, arms, and CHEST (her right collar bone) because she is an oober clutz and insists on running which causes her to trip and fall constantly.

    By Blogger used*to*be*me*, at 5/26/2006 12:21:00 PM


  • Yeah, more tales from the mom trenches! And summer break just started!

    Ouch, there's got to be only so much one face can take. Sounds like Elle's about filled her quota!

    But, yeah, they look great. They're outside!

    By Anonymous abbynormal, at 5/26/2006 02:23:00 PM


  • I have been doing a little blogging this afternoon. Seems that the kids are being put through the wringer this week.
    As a cosmic adventurer, you should wonder if maybe the stars are in a bruising mode this week....
    I have memories of my kids going to school with all sorts of heinous injuries and people looking sideways at me saying...
    "she did this...how?"
    Yeah yeah...
    If you think she looks bad... you should see the other guy!

    By Blogger Tori, at 5/26/2006 10:02:00 PM


  • with all those cuts and bruises....her dad isn't Tim, the "Tool Man" Taylor, is he? ;)

    They sound like awesome kids, and YOU must be doing something right. oh yeah. ;)

    By Anonymous Laura, at 5/26/2006 10:22:00 PM


  • Aw Drop Dead Fred is just one of the best movies ever!! I so love that film! It's probably Rik Mayall though...that man is absolutely brilliant!

    By Anonymous Claire, at 5/27/2006 12:22:00 PM


  • Isn't it great when they give up the whineys and just start playing together. Woo-hoo.

    And just tonight I was looking at Hannah's bruises. I've never seen bruises so big. They cover her calfs.

    By Blogger Raehan, at 5/27/2006 09:58:00 PM


  • That's too bad about Elle's injuries. I used to get injured or sick when I was at my Dad's and he would do NOTHING. Just drop us off at the end of the weekend, without medicine or Bactine or anything. Once, my brother had stepped on a broken bottle and his foot had been bleeding all day and my dad just dropped him off at 6, so that my mom had to take him to the emergency room and get stitches. It still makes me mad to think about it, because I remember that feeling of desperation when I'd wake up with a fever or sore throat over there and know nothing would be done about it.

    By Blogger Suburban Turmoil, at 5/28/2006 09:36:00 AM


  • Some just seem to get injured more than others.

    By Blogger Jean-Luc Picard, at 5/28/2006 09:48:00 AM


  • You're a WONDERFUL mom! Kids need to do something to earn special stuff. And they need to play outside until dark ;)

    By Blogger poopie, at 5/29/2006 10:56:00 AM


  • Ugh... I hear you! Jake broke his arm at school and that was an ER visit and then 2 weeks later Eva has a case of nursemaid's elbow (from my dad swinging her like an airplane!) and so back to the ER and the nurse was all, "weren't you here with another child with a hurt arm?"...AAHHH

    Your ex does sound quite clever. Really.

    I'm thinking you have the patience of a saint!

    By Blogger Kristin, at 5/30/2006 12:03:00 AM


  • Kids eh, up to all kinds as usual :>)

    Must be tiring having eyes in the back of your head :>)

    By Blogger The Wisdom of Wislon, at 5/30/2006 02:46:00 AM


  • Just confirms my deep held suspicions about dogs.

    By Blogger culfy, at 5/30/2006 01:43:00 PM


  • They're SO cute!! Poor Elle... Summertime makes me wish I were a kid again! Good for you for holding your ground on the hot dogs!!

    By Blogger Marie, at 5/30/2006 02:29:00 PM


  • I am with you. School has been out a week now here and I am already loosing my mind. My little one is bruised all over from testing her bravery. Have a great day!

    By Blogger Raggedy, at 5/30/2006 04:05:00 PM


  • I enjoyed my visit. I got the letter C and posted that today...

    By Blogger Raggedy, at 5/30/2006 04:06:00 PM


  • They are adorable!

    By Blogger Jolynn, at 6/01/2006 02:49:00 PM


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