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Okay....I'll bite.....what is Fly Lady?



) when my son tells me that he needs to go potty again. No, he wasn't kidding or looking for an excuse to play. He was just being 3 and not recognizing that he should try to go #1 and #2 at the same time. Finally, we get to start grocery shopping and it was miserable. The kids were tired of being told what to do and I was tired of dragging them around the store and scolding Aiden for wandering away to look at the fish, screaming and running up and down the aisles, etc, etc, etc. Eventually, I've had it and snatch him up and slam him down on a metal bench they had near the milk to give him a time-out (after the umpteen-millionth time of telling him to settle down and quit acting crazy). He immediately starts wailing and I got evil looks for disciplining my kid. After a few minutes to calm down (both of us), I sat down and pulled him into my lap and talk about how he is not allowed to act like this at home and it isn't appropriate in public either. Then, I take a look at this back. It has a scratch from the damned metal bench on it and I feel like a complete and utter jerk. He's ok, it is just skinned but still, I shouldn't have waited until I was that frustrated either. We finished our shopping as quickly as possible and got out of there.Ahhhh...my favorite kind of dayAidenbaby said:I don't have plans to go anywhere today (YEAH!!!!)
You need to recharge you batteries after being out all day yesterday with kids!