Jack is totally in to the Backyardigans (in Jack-anese that’s “back-ya-ya-ya”). There’s this episode that he’s fixated on where the Ya-ya-ya’s chase the wormens around the house singing “what’s bugging you, what’s bugging you, do you have a pesky pest?!”
Seems there’s pesky pests everywhere these days (Here: we are talking literal and figurative!).
In my old age, I’m getting a bit grouchy. Or maybe because it was recently full moon. Or perhaps it’s because it’s August. I don’t know. But, I’m having a rough week.
So, it’s time to make a new list. We did so well with the “Signs of the Special Needs Mom“… I figured we could vent our frustrations about life this week.
- “Does he have cancer?”—no. My kid is bald because he pulls his hair out. And he wears a mask because you could be harboring a cold, which could kill him!
- My boy is not potty trained, and really, it’s not a big deal. Unfortunately, everyone else in my life thinks this is the worst thing ever. The fact that my son has terrible lungs sort of trumps potty training, thankyouverymuch.
- “Stop worrying!” —really? REALLY?
(Ok, this is the part where you chime in…I think maybe venting it out, will make us all feel better.)
GROUP HUG!!!