Well this little witchy is on home rest till the baby comes. I have been a damn mess physically and emotionally. I have cried every day for the past couple of weeks. My youngest started kindergarten and it has been a rough start. The kid just gets to excited and then snaps someone gets hit. He has not always been this way but school recess makes him loose his mind.

He got lost from his class the other day and almost boarded bus #2. His principle suggested he wear a reflective vest during the day so they can keep an eye on him. I told her it was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. Talk about much attention for one kid to handle. Oh yeah there goes my son, the one with vest that screams “BAD BOY!” I told her I do not think my son is so special that he needs a vest, how about if he is one to get lost have him in the front of the line, that way if he gets off course at least he will have the company of the rest of the class.

So the other night I cried for forty five minutes about him and the thought of the vest. I cried and I cried and I had to find someone to blame. That was much easier than I thought when I glanced at the man next to me in bed. There he sat innocently eating a bowl of raisin bran and avoiding all eye contact with me. I thought it is all of this fools fault. I raised my older two alone and they were perfect angels sent straight from heaven in Kindergarten. It was him that made our boy into a spoiled, lost, hitter, vest wearer!

I thought about it but did not say a word out loud. By this point I was beginning to question my ability to think reasonably. I tried to make my assumption a logical argument but it did not work. So just laid there and cried. I told him I am just really overwhelmed and he said it was ok but to remember he is on my side and not to work against him. I told him “I know.” Even though I was thinking “Oh you just wait buddy, once I have a logical war to wage you are going to get it!”

We laid there and I tried to gain control of the waves of emotions that were crashing down on me. Then the man began flipping threw the channels and he said “Don’t worry babe I am going to find us a movie to watch.” What does he choose? “Passions of the Christ”!!! Are you kidding me? Talk about an f-ing downer of a movie. I am not even a Christian but when I seen that movie I cried and cried. I told the man “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? REALLY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME? NOW I GET TO CARRY THE CROSS? YOU UNTHOUGHTFUL BASTARD!”

The next day I asked my Doctor if I could get a prescription for a cage. She said the best she could do is home rest and an order for some stupid indigestion pills. So the general population is safe from my wrath, but the man and the kids live in fear of my sudden dramatic mood swings.

When my five year old begins to fear me, he looks me in the eyes and says “But I still love you.” Then the anger becomes heavy heart felt tears. The man tried the same line and I told him if he loved me then maybe he should try to help out more and sometimes buy what I want for dinner and why the hell does he feel the need to comment on the size of my arms and how much I am going to work out after the baby and why does he drink all of my pop and why do we have to watch so much boxing and could he please for the love of GOD not leave his clothes in the washer so long that they have to be washed again! Does he not understand the cost of water? Al Gore would kick his ass if he knew how much water this fool wastes!

With all of my complaints today is a good day. I have been doing laundry and random home improvements and decorating. I moved the sofa and love seat several times with many trips up and down the basement stairs. I want this baby to get the hell out! It is time for her to come and be shared with the rest of the family while I sip a glass or should I say BOX of wine in the next town over.