3 Good Years...

Today is my 3rd wedding anniversary. These last three years have been incredible, and today, I spent a lot of time thinking about the last three years, and what I've learned. Surprisingly, I think I've learned more about myself than I ever thought possible. I thought I'd jot some of these things down, since it's highly unlikely I'll ever admit to them again.

1.) I am insanely spoiled and when I don't get my way, I sulk. I remember my parents constantly accusing me of sulking when I was growing up and I remember thinking that they had no idea what they were talking about. Boy...was I wrong!

2.) I can step over the same pile of dirty laundry on the bathroom floor for four entire weeks and not even realize that I'm doing it. I swear, I don't even SEE them there.

3.) Dirty clothes left lying on the bathroom floor annoys Adam more than anything else on the planet.

4.) I am completely illogical when I am feeling highly emotional. For example, when I am upset with Adam for doing or saying something that hurt my feelings, I will yell at him for things completely beyond his control but I won't mention what it was that hurt my feelings. Then I will accuse him of not listening and failing to understand me. He's a patient man.

5.) I married an extremely patient man.

6.) I love chocolate more than should be acceptable. I cry when I feel like eating an Aero bar and there isn't one in the house. That patient man I married, he goes out and buys me an Aero bar without saying anything at all about how crazy I look sitting on the kitchen floor in tears.

Yes, I think it's safe to say, I married a good man, albeit, a slightly masochistic one. He did, after all, agree to marry me!

An Easter Miracle

Last night, my son was invited to spend the night at his friends house, giving my husband and I a quiet night to ourselves. That in itself is an Easter miracle, but not the one of which I speak.

No the Easter miracle I speak of came with my basket. Since there was no Aydan around and Adam and I planned on watching a movie before bed, we decided we would trade Easter baskets so that we could indulge in some chocolaty sweetness while enjoying Sherlock Holmes. (You are never to old to enjoy a wicker basket filled with chocolate bunnies)

And there it was...

Behold, the Easter miracle!





Okay, so it's not the resurrection of Jesus, but it's pretty darn close! I mean, just look at the box! "The Blanket That Has Sleeves!" Who is the crazy person that thought up this idea??? This blanket keeps me warm while also leaving my hands free to do things like hold a remote, or pat my dog.


Of course, immediately after seeing the box, I had to try it out. Fresh from my shower, in my jammies, and still reeling with the glee of an Easter miracle, a wrapped myself in soft fleece and demonstrated how many things you can do with a Snuggie that simply aren't possible with a blanket.

All in all, I think this was a spectacular Easter!

A Little Motivation

My son's school performance has unfortunately been slightly sub-par this school year. He just isn't making the marks that I think he is capable of. Especially since I was the ultimate over-achiever. Doing well in school was the most important thing in my life. And not just doing well, but doing amazing! I thrived on being my teachers favourite and loved every minute I spent in class filling my brain with whatever information was thrown my way.

Aydan has a slightly different attitude towards school. Apathetic would be the best description. He approaches every aspect of school with the same "meh" disposition. I've spent the entire year trying to impress upon him the importance of learning. For normal children, the constant words of motivation and threats of punishment would have been enough to inspire at least a minimal amount of extra effort. Sadly, I gave birth to one very strong willed little boy. Punishments just aren't always that effective with him.

Once, when Aydan was four years old, he wouldn't open his mouth so I could brush his teeth. Frustrated, I shouted at him that if his mouth didn't open, I was taking his bike away for a week. He looked at me for a moment, and then very calmly said, "Okay. A week isn't that long." While I stood there speechless, he left the bathroom and went to bed. I guess a week without his bike seemed a fair trade for a night without having to brush his teeth. This was not the first, or the last time, my punishment would be handled as a negotiation.

My latest attempt at giving Aydan a boost in his school career has been the not so nice approach. After a dismal parent teacher last week, my husband and I took away television, video games, and he is no longer allowed to play outside unless his homework is finished. This was met with a lot of tears, frustrated sighs and I've seen him roll his eyes at me more than once. But I'm holding my ground!

The last week has been miserable. For me and him alike. I figure, by the end of this school year, either Aydan will be doing much much better, or he'll be harbouring enough resentment for my parenting methods that he'll require hours of therapy as an adult.

Whenever I was a brat growing up, my mother would tell me how someday, I'd have a child just like me. I can safely say, she was wrong. There is no way I could've been this frustrating and lived to be 29.