another lame saturday nite

it's 10:03pm on saturday and i have just been dubbed "the best mom ever" because i have let dominic watch another movie. in reality i'm hoping that staying up for this will cause him to sleep past the usual wake up time of slightly before 7am ("it's sunnytime mom!"). yet another example of my fine parenting skills. now, in all honesty, i'm a more than decent mom. i'm definitely not the parent i thought i'd be, nor am i the mom i was when i was married. but i haven't killed either of them, and while i completely understand child abuse, i don't condone it. but once, just once, i would like to sleep until after 8am on a weekend!!!

it's a winner of a nite because bailey-the bipolar one (and oh, did i mention she is also 13? do you have any idea what THAT is like??? teenaged, hormonal AND nutty? it's a wonder i don't drink more) is spending the nite at a friend's, and the boy and i had mamma time. he's easy...we could hang out in our footie jammies and he'd think it was the equivalent of taking him to disney. any time he can get with me alone is special and at eight, he still truly appreciates it. tonite, i took him to a pottery paint studio and then to mcspew for "dinner" (no i don't actually eat that crap, but i will sit and drink hi-c). we spent a delightful time painting-he chose a star shaped box, and me a mug. he was a little ditraught with the fact that when he asked if we could all share the mug that i promptly responded "absolutely not!". you see, i am a germaphobe. i have NEVER shared a drink or a snack with my child, i do not nibble off other's food or use people's chapstick. the surest way to get a free drink from me is to touch your lips to my pepsi can or straw. gag!!! i've come a long way in the last couple years-there's a few people that, if i am DYING of thirst, that i will "waterfall" out of their glass, but otherwise i'm kind of a freak about it. i have this saying about what i have no compunction about putting my mouth, but since i'm new to this, i'm not sure if it would get sensored and then this bit of hillarity would be over.

so anyway, my mortified boy says "you wouldn't share your mug? not even with me?". and keep in mind he looks like he's going to well up as he's asking me this. then he adds "i would share my star box with you...". "really," i say. "and what is that box for?" "wishes." says my bright spot. well sheit, don't i feel like an arse now?!? let me tell you, there is nothing more pathetic than your eight year old looking wistfully at you, and seeing in his face that you, mom of the year, would not share your freshly painted strawberry fields pink mug with him if he were parched.

"i would share my star box," he says again and smiles at me. "awww huny, that is so sweet," i say. "but no dice on the mug. it's mine."

i thought the girl behind the counter was going to pee herself.