
This child is killing me today. He woke up at 5 am and was fussy all morning. During breakfast he pulled a full bowl of cereal off the table. I cleaned that up and refilled the cereal bowl. Not 2 minutes later, he pulled that bowl off the table too. By this time I am saying bad words in my head. I take him upstairs to give him another bath. As soon as I get his diaper off he pees all over my floor. I get him all cleaned up and we run the boys to school. We are home for all of 5 seconds when he walks up to me with a cockroach in his mouth. He freakin' ate a cockroach. The leg was hanging out of his mouth. I start screaming. That scared him so he starts screaming. I pick the leg and left over body parts off my child and send him on his way. He walks right over to the kitchen table and pulls another bowl of cereal off the table... More bad words. Who is the idiot that keeps refilling the cereal bowls?! Oh yeah, me.
I take him to the park. He finds the one broken sprinkler and mud puddle. At first I try and keep him away. Then I think, he's already eaten a cockroach and dumped cereal on his head three times, what's a little water and dirt. When it's time to go I strip him down and head home. He falls asleep. He is STILL asleep. Hallelujah!
I take him to the park. He finds the one broken sprinkler and mud puddle. At first I try and keep him away. Then I think, he's already eaten a cockroach and dumped cereal on his head three times, what's a little water and dirt. When it's time to go I strip him down and head home. He falls asleep. He is STILL asleep. Hallelujah!


