Call me slow... But I just dont get it...

Why does my blood pressure go through the roof when I look into my sweet 3 year olds eyes after this last week? He has always been a child of 2 colors... either very white and innocent and sweet... or very black and naughty and down right evil at times... He got strep throat last week... and since then it has been utter hell on wheels. I just dont get it. Why must we whine and throw a tantrum at the very second he doesnt think he is getting what he wants? Why must we pull the dry cereal out of the box and drop the flakes one by one onto the floor from the counter? Why must we again pull that dry cereal out of the box, place the box on the floor on its side and put our 2 handfuls of cereal on top of the box and smash it? Why must we feed the fish (which we are not supposed to be feeding to start with) every morsel of fish food we can find in the house? and why OH WHY... must we put the word mom at the end of EVERYTHING we say to mom? (and its not just "mom" its Mooooooooommmmm" Call me slow, But I just dont get it...

"mom can I have a popcicle moooommmm?"
no, not right now.
"You dont let me eat ANYTHING mooommmm! - Can I have chips?"
no, not right now.
"You GET ME some chips... I want Chips Mooooommmm!"

oh dear... what has happened to this sweet child? He suddenly thinks that he owns the place or something. It is sort of funny in that not-so-funny way, that he thinks I am actually going to do these things that he is ORDERING me to do... and then when I dont... well you guessed it... ALL hell brakes loose. We scream, We throw our selves on the floor and kick our feet and bang our fists... all to be ignored by me... Mooooommmm. Then when that doesnt work we walk up to moooooommmmm and put our hands straight up in the air and jump up and down with our palms against mom... (which given his height, when he stands in front of me and does this, well lets say from an adult standpoint I'm sure it doesnt look very appropriate!) (oh and I should mention that this is probablys my BIGGEST pet peeve!)and of course we are whining the whole time we are doing this... about what ever it is that we want that mom isnt jumping right up to serve us on a golden platter...

and this has been non stop for the last ohh about 10 days...

Maybe that is why my blood pressure goes throught the roof when I see his sweet little face...

ooh yes.. I love him...

Just another fun filled day!

Autism.... sometimes it is a 4 letter word I think... Some days are good, some days are bad... some days never end!

So... we have this fish tank right? and we have this 4 year old beautiful boy (who happens to have autism...) and we have this 3 year old onery little cuss (yes he is a beautiful little boy too... but gee... he is evil! lol) and they team up together.... so the other day I go down the stairs to find emmett (the beautiful 4 year old) "feeding the fish". which was sort of a pain in the butt, but not too bad, he put in a handful of food rather than a pinch but all was well for the most part... he also knocked the lid of the tank into the tank... but oh well. so the day goes by and we begin the next day... that is when my devil child played his part. he decided he needed to feed the fish too. which consisted of every decoration not being used being put in the tank as well as a HUGE can of food... and not a little, but the whole thing... as well as a new little can of gold fish food (which he had to open to dump in there)... so needless to say I have had to change the water 2 times in 2 days and will have to do it again tomorow for sure... and probably again the next day to get all the junk out of it... at least today we can see the fish in the tank I suppose.... yesterday it was muddy orange colored water and you couldnt see in it!

woo hoo right? sure....

then we come to emmett finding a marker in his sisters bedroom... (which she is not supposed to have in there due to this very concern) needless to say... we had a beautiful mural of emmetts name all down the hall way... the positive note to that is that he spelled his name very well!

I watch those tv shows that are like jon and kate and 19 kids and counting and whatnot... and I wonder each and every time how in the world they do that. I almost cannot handle the 5 that I have. how do they handle that many? And how in the hell did kate find the time to write books? I have a hard time finding the time or energy to write this blog!

talk about feeling inadiquate... (did I spell that right?) I get up in the morning and unless I have an appointment or have to go somewhere, I am lucky to make it out of my pajamas! (that is not good for morale by the way) I jump right in with house work and feeding and trying to dress kids.... (people wonder why my kids are not dressed most days... it is because as soon as I get their clothes on them at least one if not all of them find a way to take them off otherwise they spill so much on themselves that they must come off... I gotta tell you that I already have enough laundry to do without going thru 3 outfits a day per child!) after the kids are dressed/fed then its on to more house work. I cannot keep up. I try. I really do try. But I cannot do it.

How do these tv moms with a bazillion kids keep their homes clean? I have 5 kids and cant keep my home clean?

Oh well. I suppose that comes with the "normal" territory... maybe those tv moms arent really "normal" even when they are supposed to be?