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Thursday August 13, 2015

The good, the bad and the ugly

I know that time is fleeting. I know that I'm going to get through my mountain of dishes, put the rag down, and my children will be grown.

That is why I am trying to be present. I am trying to enjoy these precious moments with my children, but sometimes that is just way harder than it should be.

My three-year-old pretty much mirrors a teenager - the way he stomps his little a** away and slams a door every time he is told something he doesn't want to hear. He gets so offended when I tell him to please stop screaming "butthole!" in the baby's face. As if I'm being the offensive one here...

He is a short list of reasons my darling son got pissed off today:

1.) I mixed his yogurt. Same way I do everyday.

2.) He didn't go fast enough on the slip n' slide. Never mind the fact that he pretty much had a splash park in his yard.

3.) Batman's cape got bunched when he sat on his Bat Jet. And I refuse to cut off Batman's cape.

Did I mention it is only 10:30 a.m.?

I need wine and a babysitter.

- Amanda Elder

Amanda Elder is an elementary school teacher-turned-stay-at-home mom to two boys. She relies heavily on coffee and wine - and stays up too late blogging about the good, the bad and the ugly of motherhood.

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