returning to the familiar normalcy that is the chaos of life

My three year old has started asking some interesting questions. Some are everyday things that we just don’t think about, others require indepth answers that when explained just create more questions.

1.) how do monsters poop?

2.) why can’t our car drive by itself?

3.) why do the houses have christmas lights on?

4.) why do I like cereal?

5.) what’s he (random person in the store or walking down the street) doing?

6.) why is it cold?

7.) why is it winter?

8.) what’s his/her (other ramdom person) name?

9.) why do we sleep?

10.) why don’t you know?

The children have decided that they only want to listen to Jingle Bell Rock this Christmas. I have been forcing them to listen to the Grinch.

After starting the preschool for my three year old in August, I have seen a vast improvement in both of our mental states. I am learning greater patience and he can write his name almost legibly. What I didn’t expect is that my youngest (just turned two a month ago) would be interested (though I’m not sure why he wouldn’t be he likes to do everything brother does). Little Guy can already recite his alphabet and count to about 12 or so. His speech has also vastly improved from barely coherent single and double syllable words to about 90% understandable full sentences.

I’m glad that my daily life is so trivial that every time I am experiencing frusteration I am blown off as being emotional. Now having said that, don’t expect me to drone endlessly about such trivia just for entertainment.

Nearing a PMS induced breakdown fueled by lack of appreciation, help and sleep  as well as constant defiance. I think I nearly reached enlightenment through the voice of a three year old. He simply said, “You are strong, Momma.”

It doesn’t seem like I will be working this school year, even as a substitute teacher. Child care is too expensive for me to pay for when I may or may not get called in the morning asking me to jump out of bed and rush somewhere. And since my three year old and I are similar in the respects that “My mind rebels at stagnation,” I have decided to take the thousands of dollars that I have spent to get a teaching credential and create a preschool classroom and curriculum for him. The nice part is that I don’t have to follow any state adopted standards. The bad part is I have to come up with my own curriculum. Hold your breath, we’ll see how this works.

Threats of cutting programs associated with hard working people instead of those promoting laziness is just the same as my 3 year old throwing a temper tantrum to get what he wants.

Why?

Because voters always give in at the wrong times. Treat it like a temper tantrum and don’t give in.

Four generations in one house overnight does not usually end well. Luckly, nobody was killed, maimed, or even slightly injured. The kids had a pretty good time, and  I’ll stop catching crap from the family for not visiting, at least for a while.

In other news, I had better get going I promised my mother that I would take the kids to Arizona and help my sister with some wedding stuff. Let’s all hope that there is not a stove related injury this time.