Yeah.
Thanks for nothin’ bloggers.
My blogiversary, my THIRD blogiversary, came and went without ONE notice.
Yeah. Not one.
And I’ve waited A WHOLE MONTH to tell you about it.
(Alright. Truth be told, I totally forgot until today when I was going through every stinking page on my blog in order to find any posts that were compromised by THE BIG HACK. Yeah. Clicking through the last THREE YEARS OF POSTS reminded me that my blog has been three years old for a whole month…. Nice BlogMother I am, huh?)
Anyway. My REAL reason for being on here AGAIN is to; One. To irritate all of you who only count on me posting once a month. That way when you make the monthly round over here, you are going to have like FIVE posts to read! Two. To tell you about my latest Weepy Mommy Day.
Helene is starting “official” Pre-School tomorrow! YAY! But. (But’s are NEVER good, so beware.) I had to take her to get her physical today, along with a TB test and a single immunization. First of all, my lady was zero percent pleased with the physical itself. That part was done with MUCH drama that I will spare you of. But oh.baby. When the nurse came in to do the immunization procedures, Helene lost her noodle. Not.Kidding. I had to hold the chick down… I was literally holding her in the tightest bear hug possible. The only part of this kid’s body that she could move was her head. And she not only moved it, she THREW that thing AROUND. Namely, however, she threw her head backward so that she was looking straight up into my face while SCREAMING her bloody guts out.
Now, keep in mind that I am a SEASONED mother. I’ve been to these freaking immunization/physical appointments for almost SIX years. And I’ve got TWO kids. So. You would think that I would be IMMUNE to my kids throwing the biggest fits known to man when they get stuck with a needle and injected with BURNING medicine. Well…. That’s what I thought, anyway.
Until. Today.
While screaming directly into my face, Helene managed to BURN my entire being with the most POWERFUL “I HATE YOU” look that I’ve EVER been given.
I’m tellin’ you, this kid’s eyes told me, as if they could speak themselves, that she hated me and wanted nothing more than for me to go. a.way.
And so, what did I do?
I continued to hold her, tried to console her, and then promptly took her out to the car where I called her Dad and started BAWLING MY HEAD OFF.
Me. A Mom of SIX YEARS. A MOM of about FIFTY immunizations (that’s a rough total of how many times my kids have gotten stuck with a needle). Bawling. Crying. Because I felt like a horrible Mother.
I had no clue that my child could HATE me so much.
Ummm. What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?
I should be used to this.
I should be able to brush it off.
But I couldn’t.
And I didn’t.
And after I stopped crying to Tyson I took Helene to a bagel place and sat for about 45 minutes eating toasted bagels with cream cheese. (Our FAVORITE!)
It only took Helene TWENTY-FIVE minutes to talk to me after we sat down.
Not.Kidding.
I timed it.
Cuz I’m THAT pathetic.
And, apparently, THAT bad of a Mother.