Kids Suck

Being a mother is a thankless job. In one week, the Boy has said to me:

- "You aren't much fun!" (on three occasions, while hurrying him to get ready to go to the sitter's)

- "Stop kissing me! You're annoying me!" (this almost made me cry)

- "You're making me grumpy! You need to cooperate!"

- "Leave me alone! Go in the bathroom!"

He's three-freakin'-years old. What kind of emotional damage is he going to inflict on me when he has a full vocabulary?

Along with the heart-breaking comments, he also peed in my bed this week, so I had to take the feather mattress thingey I keep on top of the regular mattress to the cleaners, at a cost of about $35. And, I can't sleep without the damn thing.

Kids just suck.

That's Mr. Lobster protecting his modesty in the pic.

I Heart Amazon!

I got the new Stephen King, a cookbook I've been wanting for a while, and one of my favourite house-porn movies ever... Stepmom! And, there was a copy of "The Shining" in the box, too. I don't know if it was an error on their part or some kind of gift, but my old copy is falling apart, so I'm happy to have it.

Another Quilt Block Done

This one, unlike the last one that took me an entire month to do and gave me endless trouble, went together beautifully. It's like Jerry Seinfeld said...everything evens out.
Three more blocks to go.