Sad - And Not Me Tuesday

C and I just had this conversation after he woke up from his nap, whilst he was eating a snack:

"We need to get your shoes on C, so you can go to your Mommy's house."
"I don't yike my mommy."
(incredulous, not knowing what to say) "What did you say?"
"I don't yike my mommy."
(still not knowing what to say) "Well honey, you're going to go see her and pick up D from school."
"I don't wanna see my mommy. I wanna stay wi yoooooouuuuu."

Heart breaking. He has not said anything like this in quite a while. He used to cry when he had to go to see his mommy but he doesn't anymore, unless he is already crying over something else (but that doesn't really count!). The past few weeks he hasn't been asking as much to go see his mommy. Not sure if this is something to do with the baby, or maybe he is getting more attached to me as time goes by. Either way, it's sad.

Or, you know, maybe it's one of those things that kids just say sometimes. My mom said my little brother used to tell her "I don't like you, Mommy!" when he was mad at her or whatever. I hope this thing doesn't become a pattern though, because it makes me too sad.

Now for a very brief edition of Not Me Tuesday - let's face it, we need to lift the mood a bit after the first half of this post!

I did not spend the entire day yesterday thinking that it was Tuesday, to the point that I asked D to stay home after he got his chores done because his Cedars worker was coming over that night. And I was not a little miffed when she did not show up on time...until I looked at my calendar and realized it was actually Monday, and she was not coming over until Tuesday. No no, not me!

On a similar note, I did not entirely forget that Baby M had an appointment this afternoon and was being picked up at 12:15. I certainly was not getting her out of her car seat to feed her just as her foster mom was pulling into the driveway. That would be highly irresponsible of me! I am always prepared and have the kids all ready to go any time they need to leave.

As the boys were enjoying their breakfast at the table and the baby was sleeping in her car seat, she had a little bit of very loud gas. C did not look at me innocently and say "You part, Brynnie?" Of course I would never do anything so delicate as "part" in front of my young children. C also never exclaims "I parted!" after letting a particularly loud "part" go.


  1. Ohhhhh I am laughing out loud at innocent "you part, Brynnie?"
    hang in there! Sounds like so much work but you are being an awesome foster mom.

  2. I, too, am rolling out of my chair. That is hilarious!


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