This week started with my first phone call of the morning from my mom. I thought it was the usual morning gab, Quintin breathing or possibly saying a few words, but that would have been nice.
I'll start with this next sentence and you take a stab at where I might possibly be going with it:
My parents have rocks around their driveway.
Hmm, what would little boys do with rocks? If you don't know my boys...they like sports....sports are played with balls....rocks look like balls....sooo...let's throw rocks. Wyatt happened to throw a rock at the BIGGEST target in the vicinity - the Van. No no...not my van..whew! Thank goodness...but it was my mom's van which is even worse. I can deal with my kids destroying "our" property, but someone elses property? That ain't gonna fly. Not everyone looks at life the same as I do. "Things" are just that, "Things" they can be replaced, spills can be cleaned up, walls can be repainted etc. I've come to learn this over years. So starting my day with getting to know the glass company and paying for a new window wasn't exactly how I had imagined my Monday. I'm sure it won't be the last call to them. Which brings me to question...Isn't 3 years old kind of young for this sort of thing to begin?? I had expected for the "glass breaking phase" to happen when the boys were 8 or 9 years old.
Not to brag or anything, but I need to pat myself on the back. So far I've gotten A's on all my tests in Old Testament History AND in Math...I know!! ME...A's in MATH!! Who woudda thunk it? I'm so proud of myself for be a studious student that I'm rewarding my self with a little bit of TLC...that is CAKE BOSS...I've recorded the last 4 episodes. I think I might use it a reward system for myself.
Oh my gosh - I can't forget to mention Patrick has hit a milestone this year. He's starting losing teeth or as he calls it "he's getting his PARENT Teeth". He lost his first tooth back in May. He didn't even know he had lost his first tooth because he swallowed it while eating lunch at school. I don't know who was more excited, Eric & I or Patrick. I remember that neither one of us was able to fall asleep that night in anticipation of the Tooth Fairy's first visit.
Patrick was so ecstatic to find out last week that he had another loose tooth. Unfortunately, without even realizing, he lost AND swallowed his second tooth sometime during lunch last Thursday. He's two for two. I told him that he's gonna have to start "searching" for these teeth in order to get paid. What goes in, must come out. Like I'd really make him do that? We'll see.
What was really bad, after I joked around about him having to dig the tooth out of his poop in order to get paid..the "Tooth Fairy" must have been really busy studying or possibly she has Adult A.D.D. and she forgot to put money under Patrick's pillow . All I can say is that I felt like the Worlds Worst Mom after seeing his face the next morning.
Usually getting him to open his eyes in the morning takes a minimum of 10 minutes. That morning I thought it was odd that he sat up really fast. Only to look under his pillow and find.... nothing. His face was happy and excited then next thing I saw was his head in his hands crying. I'm slow, I didn't get it....as the words "Patrick what's the matter?" ..ding! There it hit me...I quickly ran into the kitchen grabbed $2 from my purse. I casually walked back into his room. This is the only funny part of this story: Patrick told me as I walked into his room "Mom, the Tooth Fairy didn't leave me any money. All she left me was a wet spot next to my pillow!" as I walked to the other side of the bed I said "umm, Patrick...sweetheart...that's your drool." As I've said before "Momma don't raise stupid"....he began to wonder what I was doing on the opposite side of his bed..the only thing I could think of at 5:30am was..."Oh I'm just checking for dog poop. Is there any over there?" pointing out of his room into the hallway. As soon as his head turned I slipped the money under his OTHER pillow. It was a close one, but seriously, I need to get my crap together....and what was I thinking?? Checking for dog poop??
Oh, poor boy. Had to be sent on a dog poop chase just to get his money. :) Have to say, the tooth fairy sure is compensating for inflation. My first teeth I only ever got a quarter. :) Congrats on the great grades! That's awesome! Uh oh...rocks and windows...not good. But maybe now that they know what it does...they'll learn early and you won't hit that phase when they are 8 or 9. One can only hope. Cause replacing a bunch of glass doesn't sound fun. I know, make them pay from the tooth fairy money when they get older. :) jk.
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