the month of yes

The month of yes took a bit of a hit today, because my stomach feels sick and Haney is exceptionally four (her bday is next week) and Phe is wild. Oh, and because apparently he's making insufficient progress in knowing his letters (according to his report card) but he's actually better at reading than Griff... ?

Anyhoodle, I'm trying to make November count. We're not traveling for Thanksgiving, because of how little time we get as a family, and how much driving we have coming in December. So I thought, why not make all of November familyriffic?

I can't tell my kids about this plan, because they'll use it against me and expect every day to be a special party in their honor. Which pisses me off, because seriously isn't that basically their entire lives? If it were up to me, we'd watch CSI around the clock and only eat about once a day and it would be Buffalo chicken chunks. I'd never cook another chicken nugget again, nor would I bother with balanced meals. And would PBS ever darken my television screen? Hells to the no, it would not.

But the kids think my entire life has been building to an evening of baking chicken nuggets and steaming vegetables while they watch PBS, so the kid-friendly focus of my life in general is lost on them.

So the month of yes is a secret thing. I am overriding my usual rules about no tv until I'm cooking dinner and being in bed by 7. I'm trying to agree to play with them, when they ask me to do dumb stuff like pretend these 5 pieces of paper are a family who are going to the park. I'm trying to be a nice mom. It sucks.

ABRUPT SUBJECT CHANGE: Remember when I used to have another blog? And then my ex-husband's wife found it and the two of them spent hours poring over it and then she wrote me several angry emails about it? Well, my ex-husband's dad just wrote me on Facebook (??!?) and suggested I let him and my ex-mother-in-law know if I pass through their town...??

I need to drown my feelings in some chicken chunks and Coke and CSI.