My child is insane...

This morning, like most mornings, we had a twee bit of a meltdown before getting Nugget out the door to school. I don't know what it is about mornings that gets that kid's dander up, but he is usually an absolute hellion before we leave for school/work. This morning was no exception.

He threw a fit because Mike had the temerity to ask him to please put on his glasses before heading downstairs for breakfast. Fit really isn't even the correct term. It was more like I am going to lie here thrashing in the floor, screaming and kicking the walls like you have just jabbed me with a hot rusty poker. After about 15 minutes of this, he was finally tricked into actually putting his glasses on and heading his happy little ass down the stairs.

Now I realize that being three and a half is a emotionally challenging age. But my God, this has been going on since he was 18 months old. Surely it has to end soon?!?

And to top if off nicely, when I picked him up from school this evening, he was an absolute angel. He gave me no fuss in a store running and errand, and even helped me take out the recycling once we were home. It's like Dr. Nugget, Mr. Damien. I don't know what to do.

At least I take comfort that most other parents have gone through this with their children and they've all managed to survive. A few brain cells may go missing from banging my head against a wall, but I think I will survive.

My brother is getting married - YEA!

It's in May when I hope to be 9 months pregnant - Not so YEA.

So I've been asked to be a bridesmaid for like the 19th time. Not quite up there with Izzie whatsherface from Grey's Anatomy but still. It's my only brother's wedding, though. How could I say no?

However, we are trying again (in much seriousness) to conceive Nugget a little brother or sister. If I actually manage to get pregnant and stay pregnant this time, my due date would be 4 days after the wedding. Not good.

So, I'm torn between not even trying this month (according to my lovely clearview monitor I have 2-3 days to decide) or just saying fuck it and what will be will be. Of course Mike's contribution to all this drama is that it affords plenty of time for practice. He's such a man...

First blog post, evarrrr.

I'm not really even sure how to begin a blog. I guess one just sits down, decides what to say and types it out onto the page. Here goes.

I'm Mandy. I'm 28 years old, soon turning 29. I live in a wonderful city in Upstate SC. Not to be confused with Upstate NY which according to my old southern family is somewhere on the road to hell. I'm a mother of a 3 and a half year old boy who we lovingly call Chicken Nugget or just Nugget for short. His real name is Reeve, but most everyone calls him Nugget. It fits him like a glove and has since he was an in-womb parasite. He is the most awesome child I've ever known. I know all parents have to think that, but in my case it is true.

I've got a day job in the legal IT industry which is fun and exciting and all those other adjectives used in job ads and resume sites. It keeps me alternatively busy and bored out of my bloody skull depending on the day, the case and the absolute fucking insanity of the lawyers I'm working around. Oh yeah, I like to cuss a lot. Like a sailor. It's just who I am.

I've got a pretty awesome husband, Mike, who is very tolerant of my insane career, insane family and my 3:00 am cravings for beer and Spagettios. He's an amazing father which more than makes up for the fact that he leaves food lying in the sink for days or never seems to care that he likes the house exactly 10 degrees below I'm freezing my damn nipples off, thank you very much.

So I guess this is it for my first blog post. Given that no one on the planet will probably ever ready this, I think I'm in for rave reviews...