So, the other day...........

I popped 3 ibuprofen and a whole pot of coffee! I felt like I had been run over by a Mack truck! Drugs and coffee were no match for the doozy of a headache I had developed. The reason I'm sure is because I slept on my daughter's rock hard mattress. I swear it's like sleeping on a cold slab of granite and I don't recommend it! I remember when I went to Lebeda Mattress to buy a new mattress and the sales guy recommended a firmer mattress because she is so young and that she is still growing. He asked if I would like to test out the mattress first and I'm sure I looked at him like he was crazy and pretty much said, "That's a no can do!" I mean who knows how many people have actually laid on that mattress and don't even get me started on the possibility of lice. I did manage to do a sit test and it seemed fine plus I was in a hurry. So, voila, sold to the busty red head in the back! I'll bet he laughed as I walked out the door thinking what an idiot, with a capital "I"!

Now back to my story. Remember when I told you that my daughter's nickname is Sybil (well only between my husband and I) Yes, we believe she has many personalities and it's hard to say which one she is going to be when she wakes up or goes to bed. And don't ask us about the ones in-between!

Well wouldn't you know one of the many personalities came out and this one was the "I'm so weepy tired I can't sleep alone, I'm afraid a witch is going to get me!" Oh honey the only witch around here is me and I'd be careful because this witch is about to turn into a bitch!

Now I know I will not be up for any "Mom of the Year" awards because I'm pretty sure putting my 6 year old to bed at 10:00 means I've failed! Fine, I can accept that. I've never been anything but honest about my mothering skills and most of the time I'm just flying by the seat of my pants, can you tell?

As we were dealing with Claire and her mood it finally hit me that holy hell James has homework. My son acts like he just remembered he had any and said, "I need to call someone for the assignment!" I'm not sure who freaked more, me or my husband. Bloody hell kid! In the time I was gone at gymnastics you could have called your whole class twice, for the questions. But no, instead he felt the need to check out pictures of "buff squirrels" on the computer!

Did any of you know there was such a thing? No, only 11 year old boys know this shit!

After lots of crying and I'm pretty sure at that time all of us were crying, we just told him he needed to deal with the wrath from his teacher. We did assure him that any wrath he got from them was in no way like the one he got from us! As we were again trying to calm Claire and even persuade James to have Claire crawl in bed with him because after everything that went down, of course he was going to do anything we asked at that time. But no, he didn't want Claire in his room and he said, "I just want a normal childhood!" I think my husband about went through the roof on that one! He grabbed Claire and said, "come on sweetie, hop into bed with us!" Whoa, wait a minute don't I get a say in this? Apparently not! and that is why I was forced to sleep on the cold hard slab!

What's normal anymore? This all seems pretty normal to us, but I'm not sure how much more my back can take!