Wednesday, November 28, 2007

blog post

How about that for original? Well, I've been spending my blog time, not thinking about blogging. So therefore it leaves my blog without content.

I've had an unusually rough night with Eddie. But then again, I'm sure those of you who know me, have heard this before. I mean, just when I think I'm getting into my groove, the kid goes and has a hissy fit about oranges. Actually he rummaged through the fridge and helped himself to a big fat naval orange. And he left the door wide open too. I saw him acting a little peculiar and quiet. Too quiet. I saw him with something. I asked what he was doing. He said, "I just getting some oranges." And then I saw him with it. I went to retrieve it, but this is where he fell apart.

I mean, it's really not enough that I am cooking dinner. And soon, we can all sit down as a family (minus dh, since he is at work) and eat. Eat food that will be good. No, he needed an orange. So of course I gave it to him. And to me, and some to Alexa. Because it was so good. Seriously. It was worth the stinging in my fingers from the citric acid getting into my paper cut. Surely.

I forgot to mention that dh left the carton of empty orange juice on the counter. Once again, dh is coming down with something, so he is drinking this stuff up in hopes that he can clobber the mystery germ with vitamin C. So anyway, why does this matter, you wonder? Well of course after having a tasty juicy naval orange, Eddie sees the carton and begins wailing about orange juice. I told him that he was going to have water. But Noooooooooooooo!!!!!! That was not acceptable to his ears. He threw himself to the floor and began to scream. This is the point where we as mothers can take a stand. We can put our foot down and show the little brats who's boss. Or we can just realize that if we just get the orange juice, then we can go about our merry way and finish fixing dinner. After all, I'm starved, Alexa is getting hungry and I really just wanted him to be quiet.

Thankfully, one fat naval orange, one cup of orange juice and twenty minutes later our dinner was done. We ate, without complications, and we all had baths. Well, I kind of just got splashed at. Alot. So, I'm really tired. I don't know what I'm supposed to blog about, but you got a little tid-bit from my evening. My head hurts too.

I'm going to bed. Good night tree friends! So yeah. I gave in. I got the boy some orange juice to wash down his orange.

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