meh

So, this is a day that started going bad last night and hasn't improved by me forgetting to take my anti-crazy drugs (as the darling children call them). Now i'm sitting at work in a cranky funk wishing everyone would leave me alone and listening to aggressive metal music through YouTube.

I've been reading a lot of crafty type blogs and books lately (see favourites in side bar) which are nice to read but when i get in this frame of mind make me feel bad because i don't lead their happy, homeschooling, creative lives. i work full time at a Top Secret Paragovernmental(emphasis on the MENTAL) agency. by the time i get home and find all my children, throw something vaguely nurtrious at them and (if i remember) get them started on their homework, any creative energy i have is used in coming up with ever more terrible things that will happen to them if they don't stop arguing and DO THEIR HOMEWORK NOW!

meh, maybe i wasn't cut out to be a mother. or parent. i think i was meant to be a cat.

Bad Mother Chronicles

This morning as I left for work at the ungodly hour of 6:15 AM I realized Sam was up. Still up. As in hadn't gone to bed yet. Since last night.

Now, we've all pulled all-nighters but Sam is eight years old. He spent all night up playing video games. and I didn't know because, well, I forgot about him. With Liam in Toronto for three weeks Sam has been so quiet (no arguing!) that I actually forgot he was in the house. He doesn't seem the worse for wear. Actually, he was pretty impressed with himself. I told him he wasn't allowed to sleep ALL DAY so he will be good and tired tonight.

Good mothers do not forget their children. Mind you, more than once during my childhood my mother sat down with the family for supper and declared "Oh my god, I forgot Kate at her piano lessons", so the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. And I can pass for being normal on a good day.