Ted stayed close to me yesterday cleaning up the house a bit and was very good, We were both very low key ad he seemed happy, though he threw a fit when I wouldn't let him use scissors to cut our Box Tops for school. I mean, really Ted? The suicide hotline woman was like lock up all knives and scissors and anything sharp and put them in a fireproof box and bury it eight feet deep, and I did not do this of course, but I certain;y was not going to HAND TED A PAIR OF PINKING SHEARS for chrissakes. Jesus. SO apparently I am the worst mom ever. According to T. Wowsers.
So he went to school today and obviously I set Rosa, my phone to red alert status if anything happens. I tried to find and app that makes her explode if Ted has any negative thoughts but they haven't gotten that far in my app store yet. He also said several times he didn't really mean it, and I was like that's fine but you had a detailed plan with specifics and nobody is just going to "let that go". So velcro to mommy it is. Next time, think before you speak little guy, because nobody likes to sit on Mommy's lap when she goes to the bathroom. Well you wouldn't think but then you have kids and man they cannot GET ENOUGH of you when you are in the bathroom. It's like you walk in there and nineteen voices scream MOMMMMM? simultaneously and you think there is a 911 and everyone just wants to tell you about their new fingernail growth and I am like, hmm seems like we could have waited on that.
So I will be close to home today making various soothing soups and trying different yoga poses to stimulate peace and love in all of my offsprings. Or just me. I'll take what I can get.
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