(NO) Good Mornin Ma!

I can admit I am not always sunny and happy. But I do try. God knows I have four other people in my home to keep smiling. This being said, I will freely admit, I was never a morning person when I was a kid. Sorry Ma. But I got that from my Momma. But now, at the ripe and tender age of 33, Im good in the mornings. Mostly to counteract the sourpusses.

This morning it was just me and the guys. Sophie and her cousin Kyra spent the night with my Mom.
And everyone with a penis was scowling. I got two or three words from my husband and no kiss good bye. I got eye rolling, " Gawd!", "Jeez" and foot stomping from Jack. From Mason, sheer attitude because I said , " You don't have gym, its hot, Wear your Flip Flops." They're so lovely to me in the morning as I make their breakfast, lay out their clothes, clear their dishes, pack their lunch, and then drove them the 1/5 mile to school because it was 8:25 and they whined all morning about this or that, and Jack doesn't like to be late. Even if HE can't find HIS library book! Oh, and its HOT. I think we need to go to Georgia. Then we'll see how hot it is.

What I wouldnt give for one morning of smiles. What would it take to get one morning where everyone gets up out of bed on the first Holler of their name, and comes down smiling and happy. Oh, I forgot, Its called Christmas. And I can only handle THAT stress once a year, barely.

Better Yet, How about if I give what I get? I guess not huh? Thats probably considered child abuse. I'll just blog good naturedly about it and hope like heck that when they make their way home at 3:07 they are feelin a bit kinder towards ol Ma. Or Else.

Kellys Awesome Blogging Adventures

Okay, Basically I copied this directly from one of my myspace blogs, but I wanted to repost it here as well. This is a terrific blog and I'd love to see it get as much traffic as possible. Im sure if you give it a try you'll find something you like!

http://waitingfortips.blogspot.com/

Hi Everyone.

The link above is to my very dear friend Kelly Cottons terrific blog. Some of you may know Kelly, others may not. Kelly has been a server in Ga for some time now....I worked with her at Johnnys before I headed back to NY. She is the best waitress in America with a heart the size of Texas. She also happens to be one of the funniest, hard working, loving people I have ever met. Please take a minute and check out her blog. Especially if you've ever made your living in the very honorable, very tiring, often aggravating service industry.....First there was waiting, now theres Cotton.
* Just a side note- Have you ever seen me Smile big and very sweetly and quickly say"Fuck you very much." So that you didnt even know I said the F word? Well, my girl Kelly is the originator of that lil gem. *
* And another thing- way , way before 9/11, in 1998, Kelly and I had a boss who was somewhat of a PizzaNazi. He made folks cry from time to time. Kelly once cut out Bin Ladens photo and perfectly placed it over his picture on his liquor license. It was there for days before he noticed. He was mad, but she told him how rich Bin Laden was and he seemed ok. (Like I said years before 9/11.) Kelly, way ahead of the curve!*

Spring Break

So my three children are out on Spring Break this week. And now I need a break. In addition to my three, I have an additional three here with me today....have yet to have a minute to myself, and yes, Sophie is still talking.

How do I explain this phenomenon in our house? I was blessed with three beautiful, healthy, vibrant and very different children. For many years I was the Momma of two boys. Very fun, very cool. Im pretty good with my little dudes, I know them very well. They love me. And yet, I longed for a daughter, and my prayers were answered. I now have a gorgeous, hilarious not quite four year old Princess who rules my roost in her plastic tiara. While Talking all the while...

And just so you know, she's no dim bulb, this child. She has had the most quality one on one time with her Momma of the three of my children. Its not favoritism or anything like that folks....its just the way the cards fell. She gets a lot of attention. She's the last in line. I was working like a dog when Jack was a baby, running a daycare when Mason was a wee one, and Sophie is fortunate. She comes to work with her mother at a library. What better beginnings are there than that? Preschool and the library and at home with Momma. So, she's smart, a smart ass, and did I yet mention she likes to talk. She wakes up in the middle of the night talking. She talks all day. We talk a lot. She spends lots of time with Momma, and she knows how to work Momma over too.

Tom comes home for lunch:
" Here's your Princess Daddy!" and then continues to talk over me the entire lunch or to interject our conversations with her own questions and observations. As if her three year old insight had somehow escaped us. Ive tried to tell her how rude it is.
" I gotta drop it like its hot."
" Im hungry."
": Is your Mommas name is Sue?"
"My Mommas name is Joannah."
" I'm sorry I'm so annoying." And sometimes, Im at a loss for words. Well, you are annoying. So there.


Tom bought me a puppy for Valentines Day. A tiny Shih Tzu named Harleigh, whom I lovingly call Harlo Kisses. Well, Sophie thinks Shih Tzu is about the FUNNIEST WORD IN THE WORLD.

Let me make my case. My Mom watches her on Tuesdays for me. When I pick her up Mom says, I understand you let my granddaughter say badwords? ( She's smiling folks) I respond, What?! No I dont.

Sophie says, " Momma, youre a liar, you let me say Shit sue! he he! "

She had loads of fun telling her teacher at school that she got a new Shit Sue puppy too. I hope to god she didnt follow with the bad word story. Im too embarassed to ask.