Mean Mommy...

So I have realized that I am mean.  A mean mom, that is.  Under the pressure to discipline my generally well-behaved children, I have been the mean one for years.  Lord knows my husband isn't the heavy.  Unfortunately, I feel like I have no control over the "reprimand gene".  It just comes out.  I have read all about how positive reinforcement works better than punishment, and that makes sense to me, but I can't seem to do it.  How was I raised?  I don't remember.  Wait, yes I do.  I was  probably the least disciplined, however I do remember getting paddled or spanked.  Not too many times, but memorable nonetheless. I can only imagine that my own mother would have been "meaner" to me if she had to be around me as much as I am around my kids...which is 24/7.  What is the answer to my meanness, should I get a job or send the kids to school?  Getting a job would mean the kids go to school by default, and sending them to school and me staying home sounds like heaven...right now.  Unfortunately, I would have to throw my convictions out the window if I did either. I don't wish for my children to be raised or educated by anyone else when I am available to do so. Perhaps there is a middle ground, something I can do to bring serenity into my environment, to add peace to the landscape...Prayer, meditation, DUCT TAPE!(for my own mouth, of course;)

How do you spell phenergen?

I don't know if I spelled that right...This is what the Dr. prescribed when I told her about my heinous nausea.  I had been warned that it would "knock me out".  Armed with this information, I decided to take only half a pill...still knocked me out.  Ok, I'll just take a fourth, which resembles a crumb, still knocked me out and did not take care of my nausea.  So I'm in a quandry...one day, I think I will just take a whole one, say so long cruel world, and see how far that gets me.

Now I remember...

Now I remember why I said I couldn't do this whole pregnancy thing again.  Uggghhh...vomiting, lethargy, the house is getting behind...and by my standards this means almost horrific conditions.  Where is that cleaning fairy, do I have to put a broken feather duster under my pillow?