Parents of the Year!

For some reason our child does not like ice cream or cake. I don't get it. Brian doesn't get it.

So, Brian and I, thinking that this child is missing out, decided that we would force Andrew to try some ice cream. We were at DQ with some friends of ours, and Andrew had been refusing all our offers of trying it. So Brian held him, and I took a dime sized amount and put it in Andrew's mouth.

And then there was vomit. Andrew literally gagged on the ice cream. Are you kidding me?  Gagging on ice cream?!?!

I think this incident scared the pants off our friends, who are expecting their first child. Seeing what power a kid has can be a little scary at times. As parents, we have a miniscule amount of control. Andrew has the majority.

Luckily we were outside and there was a water hose that I was able to access. I apologized to the college aged couple who also experienced the whole trauma, but pointed out that it was college that helped me get used to cleaning up puke. Who knew it would be such great preparation for being a parent!

Fail.

This morning has been a complete failure for me. Epic Fail.

I have been having neck problems for a few days, and turning my neck is quite painful. So when my alarm went off this morning, the last thing I wanted to do was turn my head to see what time it was. I hit snooze instead. 5 times. Brian comes in the room at 6:30 and asks me if I am getting up. I scurry to get ready, get Andrew up and we start his morning routine. This weekend I taught him how to move a chair and climb up to reach food in the pantry, since I couldn't pick him up because my neck hurt so badly. I knew it would come back to haunt me, and now he wants to do it ALL THE TIME. Sigh.

We leave the house 30 minutes late, and I took Andrew to daycare. For some reason he has not been wanting me to leave him at daycare for the past 2 weeks. There is a lot of clinging and crying that happens, and up until today I have been able to stay a while to get him to decling. Today I couldn't and had to literally tear him off me so I could leave. I hate those kinds of mornings. It makes me feel like I am failing as a mom. My kid wants to be with me, but I have chosen to work instead.

I get to work 30 minutes late, where I have to finish up quarter grade cards that are due this morning. Of course I have put them off, and I am scurrying to get things graded and put in the grade program.

It seems like every time I feel like I am getting my act together in some way, it soon becomes plainly obvious that I don't have it together in the slightest bit.

Grading myself today, I fail.