Fun Monday - Blast from the Past (year)

Robinella is our host this week and this is what she wants:

Take a moment in this last month of 2007 to reflect on the past year. Okay? Done? Now…

In honor of exhaustion, color and self-love, I present you with this week’s assignment. I want you to dig through your blog files and show us your best effort. Why you consider it your best is up to you. C’mon, you know you have a favorite - show it to me one more time.

Oh man, she said this would be easy.

I am, if nothing else, prolific. With the exception of this past November when my writing time was taken up with other things, I have been a near-daily poster. That's A LOT of posts to weed through. This weekend, I have painted my livingroom, babysat my granddaughter, cleaned house and worked on the garage some more in a halfway successful search for Christmas decorations. Last night, I remembered that today would be Monday, so I dutifully sat down and started going through my blog. Got through February before my eyes began drifting downward. However, I did find one that made me laugh all over again. In light of Brittany Spears' problems since that post, it is actually all the funnier. Presenting THE MOMMY AWARDS:

YOU ARE THE WORST MOM EVER!!!!

Thanks, honey.

Last night, my son and I went to Ken Po. This, being the first full week back at school, he had homework, but he didn't bring it with him to do while I had MY class. He said he'd do it when we got home. He didn't. He said he would get up early and do it in the morning because he was "so exhausted from that hard workout." Guess what?

We had a little chat this morning about his being distracted by his toys, and that he needed to put them aside and get his homework done. Little chat quickly escalated in the face of his defiance to being dragged to his room and being given a couple of swats on the be-hind and being told to think about our little conversation because the repercussions could be bad.

I am not this kind of bad mom:



When I'm pissed, I'm THIS kind:



You wouldn't like me when I'm pissed.

I'd taken today off (comp day from working during the holidays) to take the cat to the vet (Z-boy let him out after being told not to), so I cancelled the appointment and now have the whole day on my hands. Guess what I'm doing?

Every homework "distraction" is being packed into a box for a week. If I get arguments, it will be two weeks.

He's been a real pill ever since Christmas and it is time for some TOUGH LOVE. Amazingly, my husband agrees.