Friday, March 18, 2011

Freaky Leaky

I'm so freaked out on a regular basis these days.  Between the whole 'rent your house', 'move your house', 'your child either has a brain tumor or a behaviour disorder, you pick', (thats a joke, but it is hell. hell. ), between all these things I have been gorging on sugary things and completely flailing around when it comes to the parenting on purpose game.  Yesterday I fed my three year old a HOHO. I really did.  AND, when I picked up my five year old early from school so that he wouldn't have to go to ART?!, I took him to fast food and was really hoping he'd pass out in a sugar/salt assualt on his internal organs. but no. so we went to the park. talk about rewarding a kid who refused to go to school (like most thursdays... ) so violently... that the only way i could get him out of the house was to promise to pick him up early.
so i did. 
it is my new mothering paradigm, evidently. give 'em what they want... lie down, and give 'em what they want.  I've done this before, and I remember how it turns out.
but I have no idea what to do here, and I am just trying to get to the end of the month- when at least something will be different, i do not know what... but something. . .

the first prospective tenant will arrive tuesday evening... i'm hoping to start a bidding war and cover the expense of the mortgage.... what do you think? should i be aiming to start wars, is this conducive to the greater well-being of us all? what am i, quaddafi of the rental world?
too bad i've lost my sense of humor in this whole deal, quaddafi just isn't fucking funny.


Mama Mama Quite Contrary said...

Oh man... saw HubsJ today and he said that your (that your plural) new plan is to say yes. I hope it works. If not, come on over here. Seeing a different kind of crazy might do you good.