Filed under: The kiddos
Today in numbers
12 – more than the number of hours theyve been home
96,345,231 – number of fights, arguments, and other such things Ive broken up and separated
12 – again, more than the number of hours theyve been home
25 – around the number of times Dylans been in trouble today (a little low, but hey, Im being fair here)
345 – number of stupid boy like things hes done today
59 – number of times Ive lost my mind, went crazy, and stepped outside to cool down
3 – number of times Ive been unsuccessful to cool down first
So yea, its final, and yea, I should have a better version of a post, but I can quite scrape together enough brain cells to form a readable post. Its not quite 4 yet, and they are both, asleep. For the night? I highly doubt it. But for now? Yea. Sweet SWEET peace. I never thought Id be saying that. Never thought that less than 12 hours into it, Id have gotten mad, exploded, and tried to fix things. It hasnt even been a complete day yet. Yet here I am, wondering where the nearest zoo is.
For instance. Dylan was outside tonight, playing, I assumed. Being the nice young man he is. Gentle. Kind. Stop. Who am I kidding? Hes complete boy. Or rather, 100 % 9 year old boy. But…its been a few years since I was 9. Ive kind of forgotten just how many stupid things we do. Anyways, I was in the house, Madison was showing me something, I dont remember what, because if theres one thing that hasnt changed about that kid is her ability to TALK. And hold your ears, because this kid can TALK. She was in the middle of some long winded speech and there was a knock at the door. In one of those moments where I knew? I shouldnt answer it? But did? Sort of thing? There…on the front porch, was the neighbor. (I should maybe mention, I havent formally met my neighbors yet? I only knew it was her, because Ive seen her at a distance?) only…she had Dylan in one hand, and what appeared to be a broken pot of some sort in the other. “This yours?” She thrust Dylan at me. We both sort of stumbled and I nodded, slowly, wondering if I should claim him or not. It was one of those….”Hello neighbor…” moments of mine, that I am OH so famous for! She broke out into a long story telling me that he had been throwing rocks (??) at her dog, car, and…finally….flower pot. Breaking it. She wanted a new one. She wanted $45 for her beloved pot. After I shut the door and found Dylan (who was in the process of getting into more trouble) I asked him what he was doing. He calmly replied. “Oh just throwing rocks. I was seeing how many things I could hit”
Yea. So its been a while. Its been a few years. Im not questioning wither or not Im cut out for this (I already know im not!) Im just now wondering if I can remember that far back, and think ahead a little to keep him out of trouble, and you know, keep from having to pay for to many broken pots.
But yea. More or less Ive got the kids back. Sometime next week, I will be getting things in the mail, one more court date, and it will officially be settled. Then it will just be the insane case over Josh. Which…Im not sure if at the end of these days, I will have enough to try and get him back. Im wondering…will I go broke, or crazy first? (Assuming, Im not already) Its a day Ive been waiting for, a day Ive been hoping for. A day I wont forget…but a day, I hope wont set the precedence for ever.
Ahh….the days.
