I think this means summer is officially over. Tomorrow will be the Monster’s first day of pre-school. Yeah, yeah, yeah I know today is the 25th and we’re a day early on the picture, but the last thing a 4-year-old wants to do at 6:15am is pose for pictures, ya feel me? So to avoid all meltdowns and no pictures at all of the big day we got out the chalk board and threw on his new back pack. It’s an angry bird back pack by the way, hollaaa and for that I’m the coolest fucking mom EVER! Sure I’ll snap some pictures tomorrow, but I wanted to make sure I got one with the date in it and I knew if I waited until 6am in the morning my chances were slim to none. You gotta critical think, ya know.
It’s like war in my house right now. The Monster versus the Officer. Both are determined to win and I’m determined to keep my sanity (or at least try to) while the two of them fight it out. The Monster, he’s been defiantly lately, testing the waters and finding out the hard way sometimes the waters can be rough making sailing a difficult task.
Friday a mom at the day-care asked for my phone number in hopes of setting up a play date. The poor soul has no idea I hate playdates as much as I hate people. Her daughter and the Monster are “best friends” both being the only child at home and both strong-willed. Sure, it sounds like a great idea–but that means I’d have to listen to her talk non stop for the duration of the play date, I’m not so sure I’ll make it out alive. Here’s to hoping she’ll forget, but seeing how she text me three times before I even made it home on Friday…..I’m not so sure.