Meanest Parents EVER

Well, I haven't been blogging much lately. I know why, I just don't know how to fix me. I am sorta preparing for the ugly, horrible, mean, lonely, sucky D word. That's deployment, not divorce! I didn't want my blog to be all pitiful me, so I haven't blogged. I have, however, been reading blogs so lil miss Derfina and Amber and Michelle and everyone else, need to get on the ball...or blog.

Had you been 'round my neck of the (not so) Great Place the other night, you may have thought we were murdering one of our children. Rest assured she is alive. I don't know how I refrained, but I did. She came in as I was taking my gourmet, fresh from the freezer, pizza dinner out of the oven and wanted to know if she could go to the park with someone and their uncle. Now, it was almost 6pm. It was getting dark, and it was dinner time. Duh.

Me: No, DQ, it's almost dark and dinner is ready.
DQ: Pleeeeeeeeease! I will eat dinner with T.
Me: No, DQ.
Tears and begging and pleading. She went out to let T know she wasn't going. The doorbell rings and it is T asking for her. Like that changed anything. DQ came back in.

DQ: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease mom! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaseeeeeeeeee!
Me: Go beg [the husband] because I am tired of hearing it! (I am soooo mean)
DQ: Please [the husband], pleeeeeeeeaaase! I will eat with T and I will never ask you to take me to the park again!
At that point, I am all for it. Never ask again. Wonder how long never is to an 8 year old?

TH: No.
DQ: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
TH: NO!

This went on for like forever. I was ready to send her into the dark night alone just for quiet. I tried to reason with her that maybe T wouldn't eat dinner until after her bedtime. I mean, it was 6pm and they were going to the park. Who knows when they might eat. Plus, it's dark. AND I am mean. Also, I had made her favorite meal. None of it mattered. We are the meanest parents EVER. EVER.

Eventually, she stopped giving us the stink eye and went about her business.

I so love being a mom. Really. I do.

The parrot (AKA the toddler) is really killing me. She repeats everything. And then the husband tries to make her repeat the naughty words again. And again. It isn't funny. Really. Last night I told her to go tell her daddy that the bread tie goes back on the bread when he is done and she told him something that he couldn't understand (not unusual) and he said the only word he understand was the B word. Which I didn't say. Super!

I also got an award from AA and will be doing that post as well as some other crap here soon. I think I am having a good day. Maybe.