Twisted, I am

I don't know why, but...snerk...

Bunny suicides

The line between acceptable and insulting?

I realize that children don't understand what an insult is. Especially not children under three years of age. But I had to take exception to something that DOM said this evening. As background, we've been trying (mostly unsuccessfully) to potty train her for the past several months (3, 4, 5, 6 months...it all is a giant blur right now). As part of that effort, she has accompanied me to the potty on numerous occasions, so she can see what "big girls" do in the potty. So, today at a restaurant, she came with me to the bathroom, entered the stall, and proceeded to watch me do my business. After a minute of idle chatter, she looked at me, and said, "You have a big bottom, mama!" Gee, thanks kid.

Happy Mother's Day!

It's almost 6:00 p.m. on Mother's Day and I've finally had a chance to sit down and relax. It's my third Mother's Day with DOM, and I'm still not sure what the day is all about. Mr. MOM says it's a day to spend time with my daughter, my mom says it's a day to spend time with her, and all I want to do is to spend time with a good book and a long hot bath. There's a nagging part of me that tells me such feelings are me being a bad mother. I wish I could ignore them, so I'm taking my usual tack - doing everything, but doing it all half-assed.

This morning I took DOM to a rockin' Ralph's World concert at a local club. This afternoon I had DOM's favorite babysitter come over so I could go to Mr. MOM's choral concert. And now I've parked her in front of a Dora DVD so I could sit down and relax for a little bit before going out to dinner.

Maybe next year I'll be able to escape to a spa for a half a day. At least the feelings of guilt will be drowned out by the whirlpool jets.

Happy Mother's Day to everyone who is a mother and to everyone who has a mother!