The First Attempt...

Ok, so here I am...writing my first post on my blog. I am finally embracing this "not-so-new, but new-to-me" age of technology. My co-worker and friend "the brain" is my inspiration. I've been reading her blog from time to time and decided that it really is a good place to vent and hold an open discussion (for one) about my day. So here goes...

I've spent the majority of my day unpacking and re-packing my family's belongings. We just got back a few days ago from my grandmother's funeral (a sad time for all of us) and now are heading out in the morning for the dunes outside of Yuma. It has become an annual tradition for our family to spend Thanksgiving at the dunes - we meet up with family there and ride around in the sand for a few days. The kids love it - I have fun too, but mostly I just hang around camp wishing I could take a shower to get the sand out of all those places it REALLY shouldn't be.

I had a screaming match with my 7yr old, bubba, tonight. Sometimes when he gets mad he just loses all control and starts shouting at me at the top of his lungs. I try to be the calm one and wait for him to settle down so we can talk about it, but sometimes I lose it too. Tonight I shouted back at him...damn, I hate it when he pushes me over that line. Finally I left the room to go calm down. As I was sitting on my bed in my own "time-out", I heard the sound of someone sliding a note under my door. It read "I thenk you donte nead me!" Then I really lost it. What kind of mother am I? My kid is only 7 yrs old and already he thinks I don't need him...I thought I would have at least 7-8 more years before he started feeling that way... I immediately went back to his room and we talked it all out. Still feel bad about it though. I guess the one good thing was that he told me how he felt - didn't just bottle it up. I have to give my kid props for that - he's not afraid to speak (or shout) his mind.

My 4 yr old na-na (pronounced nay-nay) did some shouting of his own tonight and so they both ended up going to bed early. Maybe there was something in the air tonight - or maybe they are just both wound up and over-excited about our trip tomorrow...
Damn, that reiminds me...I'm not finished packing yet. Maybe I'll just get up early and finish it in the morning instead. I think there is a drumstick ice-cream cone calling my name downstairs. Better tend to that first :)

Well, that's gonna be it for my first blog. Whew, I think I do feel better getting that off my chest. I just might have to try doing this more often... :-)