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November 22, 2002
shattered dreams

today is ethan's thanksgiving program. i woke up with the warm fuzzies just thinking about watching my baby up there singing his little heart out. i imagined him up there with a big ol' smile on his face, lookin at me while he sings to me. oh i was so excited to wake him up. i walk into his room, sit on his bed, gently stroke his cheeks, bend over and kiss him. "ethan wake up, it's your thanksgiving program today" ohhh he's going to be so happy, just like me, right? he opens his eyes, makes the biggest frown i've ever seen and says "i don't WANT to go to school, i don't want to sing in that stupid program, it's stupid and i'm not going!!" *gasp* "what?? ethan, mommy is so excited to see you, don't you want to sing with all of your friends?" "NO, it's boring and stupid and i'm not doing it." "umm, yes you are ethan, mommy is looking forward to it, now get up and get dressed!" "no, mommy" *stiffening his whole body* now i'm trying to stay calm, this is a happy day, damnit, i'm NOT going to get mad. "ethan, get up right now and put your clothes on" "wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
oh lord jesus "why, ethan, why are you doing this to mommy?"
needless to say, the next 30 minutes were pure hell, him screaming and crying, me screaming and crying. meanwhile my oldest son is sitting back watching us both, just laughing and laughing, like "you all are cra-zay."
i could not get him to stop crying or get dressed so i finally got the greatest idea evah! i went and got my camera "i'm going to take a picture of you and show all your friends how you cry in the mornings." well, yah, that worked. he threw himself to the ground, buried his face into the carpet and wouldn't move. i rip him from the carpet, dress him,forcefully, and pick his ass up, drop his ass on the kitchen chair, make him a bowl of cereal as angrily as any mother ever has, told him to "you have 5 minutes to eat that cereal, brush your teeth, get your backpack and get your butt out the door, you will sing and you will smile at me the whole time you're singing, you got that ethan michael?"

*sigh* i just wanted to watch my baby sing the mutha fuckin turkey song, why did it have to get all ugly like this?

Posted by Y at November 22, 2002 08:50 AM
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omg. lol. take my uterus now.

Posted by: statia at November 22, 2002 09:18 AM

sounds like something riley will do when she is older. i hope you have a fun time at your ethans program. 5 bucks says he loves it...

Posted by: jennypoo at November 22, 2002 09:36 AM

funny shit. i hope my mom wanted to see me sing the "mutha fucking turkey song" as bad as you. for some reason i doubt it.

Posted by: j2 at November 22, 2002 09:53 AM

Wow. Same conversation I had with my husband. I think I threw my back out, though, throwing him in the chair.

Men....errr....boys....why are they so difficult?

Posted by: dasheekeejones at November 22, 2002 10:22 AM

there is actually a "mutha fuckin turkey song"? How does that go?

Posted by: sphinx at November 22, 2002 12:07 PM

----*sigh* i just wanted to watch my baby sing the mutha fuckin turkey song, why did it have to get all ugly like this???----

cuz he is male and his goal in life is to make you as angry as possible as quickly as possible. Heck if he had been a girl you would have been pissed cuz she would have been complaining that she wasn't going to do the show because her hair bows were not on straight. Face it, as parents, we just cannot win =)

Posted by: lauren at November 22, 2002 01:39 PM

I'll have you know, that you're not the only one that this happened to today...

We went to Davids little singing shindig...he sat up there, looked the people and started making faces..then I was giving him the evil eye..when It was all nice and quiet he stood up and informed EVERYONE he needed to go poop...fucking lovely..there was no "mutha fucking turkey song" sang here either, he was too busy fucking off with the little evil blonde girl beside him...

Posted by: Dania at November 22, 2002 03:29 PM

its 1234am (I should be in bed) and I am sitting here crying with laughter thinking how my children pull this same crap ... oh lord and school starts next week ... lord help me now lol

Posted by: Dixie at July 30, 2003 09:37 PM
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