At 22 a little vomit on my clothes/purse/hair was nothing but a sign of a good time or at least the old college try at one...at 32 it is a totally different thing.
At 22 I was attending college, making mediocre grades, and having a GREAT time. I had everything that defined being young going for me. No responsibility, no real job, and I had a great social life! I believe I ripped my leather pants (no comments please) when I fell off a police officers bike in Bricktown. It was also at 22 that I was told by my Dad that people who are in college for as long as I had been call themselves "doctor" not "teacher". Whatever. I would not change a thing! 22 ROCKED!
Today on my 32 birthday things are much, much different. I had to leave work to pick up my adorable Preston because he had a fever. I took him to the doctor and she diagnosed him with the one illness that pisses me (and all moms) off. A virus. Come on! Give me some drugs! I need to go to work! Well as soon as we walk in the door he puked all over me. I cleaned him all up and with puke still all over me he says "I love you Mommy". Awesome. Now I feel guilty for all the horrible thoughts I am thinking about you. Thanks Preston.
Past all the bitterness (and the smell) I love my boys and if they are ill I will sit right beside them until they feel better. But being puked on without a DJ, a beer, and poor decision making skills will remind you that 32 ain't 22.....Oh how things change.
* I will add I did not steal the previously mentioned bike that belongs to OKCPD. He totally said I could ride it. :)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Mother-lovin'
My sons are my pride and joy. I adore them both for different reasons. I have actually spent time thinking about which one I love more and I cannot come up with an answer. I do this because I am such a healthy, well adjusted person. Well as of last night I decided which one I like more. Greyson.
Yesterday I took the boys to school and Tony was to pick up because I had a meeting. This was out of their normal routine but I really didn't think they would notice. I finished my meeting early so being the perfect wife I am (aka, paying in so I can collect later), I called Tony and I picked up the boys.
Just imagine, a happy mommy getting to see her precious children early! I was so excited. I walked into Preston's room and he didn't even get up. He looked at me and very seriously said "Where is my Daddy?". WTH kid? I told him Daddy would see him at home and I was happy to see him. Still sitting there he said "I want my Daddy". Whatever, I can win this. I told him he could pick dinner, he wanted to go have pizza at NY Pizza (best. place. ever.). I said yes! (surely he will love me more) His response...."Will my Daddy be there?" I just gritted my teeth and envisioned myself pushing him or at least kicking him in the shin.
This is not fair at all! I did all the work. I grew their kidneys, appendages, and all chambers of their hearts but I get nothing in return. If it weren't for me they would still be little souls waiting for a home. But they want Daddy. Really?
Hours pass.
Okay, now that I got that out I can be grown up enought to admit I still don't have a favorite. But when did my baby boy become Daddy's buddy? I guess it speaks to one thing, these boys have an awesome Dad! It actually makes me proud. :) But I will have you know, when Daddy put him in timeout this morning he screamed for Mommy. Win! Those who grow the organs always win in my house.
Yesterday I took the boys to school and Tony was to pick up because I had a meeting. This was out of their normal routine but I really didn't think they would notice. I finished my meeting early so being the perfect wife I am (aka, paying in so I can collect later), I called Tony and I picked up the boys.
Just imagine, a happy mommy getting to see her precious children early! I was so excited. I walked into Preston's room and he didn't even get up. He looked at me and very seriously said "Where is my Daddy?". WTH kid? I told him Daddy would see him at home and I was happy to see him. Still sitting there he said "I want my Daddy". Whatever, I can win this. I told him he could pick dinner, he wanted to go have pizza at NY Pizza (best. place. ever.). I said yes! (surely he will love me more) His response...."Will my Daddy be there?" I just gritted my teeth and envisioned myself pushing him or at least kicking him in the shin.
This is not fair at all! I did all the work. I grew their kidneys, appendages, and all chambers of their hearts but I get nothing in return. If it weren't for me they would still be little souls waiting for a home. But they want Daddy. Really?
Hours pass.
Okay, now that I got that out I can be grown up enought to admit I still don't have a favorite. But when did my baby boy become Daddy's buddy? I guess it speaks to one thing, these boys have an awesome Dad! It actually makes me proud. :) But I will have you know, when Daddy put him in timeout this morning he screamed for Mommy. Win! Those who grow the organs always win in my house.
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