What Do You Get When You Marry A Therapist And An Unstable Woman?

... a kindergarten boy who says at supper, "Mom, you make my heart hurt when you make me go to school".

This was the week of drama at The W House. Actually, every week is dramatic at The W House come to think of it.

Landon has not enjoyed being seperated from his eternal Activities Coordinator, aka his Mother. School has been a thorn in his side. The nurse at his school even called me a couple of times on my cell phone.

"Yes, Mrs. W... your son seems to have a headache."

"Um. No. My son does not have a headache rather, an aversion to your educational institution. His father says under no uncertain terms am I allowed to pick him up from school. Even though I cried every single day of 1st grade and I know the cross he carries. So, I'll call my friend Angie, and maybe she will pick him up."

But lo, Angie would not pick him up. Something about it's the law, life is hard, yada, yada, yada. So every day I'd greet him by the exit doors of his school. Forlorne, beat down, and just wanting his Sponge Bob with a side of order of Moma's snacks. I can't bear to tell him that if he's like me, he will never get over this feeling.

Another Step Towards Adult-hood And Parental Abandonment

The day finally came on Monday for Landon to get his kindergarten shots. The waiting room was stuffed to the brim with sweaty 5 year olds and their sweaty parents. One by one kids came out from the shot room- happy as a lark. I'd say, "see, it must not be too bad, she's acting just fine". With each child, my anxiety for Landon lessoned.

Then it came to be Landon's turn. And he flipped out. Not just a little bit flipped, totally flipped. Imagine the sound of a hungry baby cougar in the wild that has lost his home to evil man, due to urban sprawl. That was the sound Landon made- through 4 shots.

3 days later, as a sign of the Lord's provision, Landon is still wearing his badges of honor- the band-aids.

This morning we are going for him to get tested for kindergarten. I've been through this before. She will tell me he has poor small motor skills and didn't know the answers to a lot of their questions. He can't write his name and couldn't point to the cow. (Inspite of 3 years of pre-school).

And I'll say, "Oh you mean like a 5 year old boy who just wants to play with friends all day?"

But I won't be concerned. This child is smart. He'll be fine. He does know what a cow is, he's just refusing to play her kindergarten mind games. She'll see. He'll be fine.

Making Due

With my early onset Empty Nest Syndrome Depression, combined with the fact that my first born is attending his first church camp...



Craig and I may be displacing our emotional needs onto our youngest son...



If Craig tries to breastfeed, I'm calling a therapist.

And Once Again The Neighbors Rolled Their Eyes

Why do I buy toys when my kids would rather play with office chairs?

Just So You Know

Just so you know, today is NOT beach day at preschool. So, whatever you do, don't send your child to school in loudly colored swimming trunks, flip flops, and a beach towel. This would not be good for your child's overall mental health. And, other parents might pass judgemental glances in the hallway. I'm just sayin'.

For the Eighteenth Time

Reasons my kids need to get out of bed...
1. I need a jump rope.
2. I need a leash.
3. My lips are chapped.
4. My legs are dry.
5. Does this match?
6. Can I kiss the dog goodnight?
7. When will Daddy get home?
8. Why is Daddy working so late?
9. Bendy's Dad is dead.
10. Did you know he has a rope and a leash in his bed?
11. Can Daddy fix me pancakes in the morning?

Finally, I've had enough. Poor Spencer, he was the last one to come down and this is what he saw....