Have you ever read stories about little kids saying creepy
things that come out of nowhere as if they were possessed? Well
yesterday, my child creeped me out, and I strongly believe he tried to kill me.
So yesterday, while Chase and I were playing with Little
People, he looked at me with a straight face and said, “Scream, scream. It’s
time for you to die.” Then he simply gave me a shy smile and continued playing
with his Little People as if what he said was pleasant. This sent a chill down my spine. But I shrugged it off and forgot about it
until later in the evening….
As I was drifting off to sleep, I felt something smothering
me and I panic. I wrestle with it to get
it off of my face. Once I finally won the struggle, I look up and see my sweet
little three year old chuckling his curly little head off. That’s right, I think my child legitimately
tried to smother me with a pillow. And
he thought it was funny.
Every day, I am seeing more and more of a parallel between
my relationship with my child and Norma Bates’ relationship with her son;
Norman. I could stop it, but I would
like my life to one day be depicted in a television show (I’m thinking I would like
Snookie to play the part of me and Will Ferrell to play the part of Chase). So really, there is nothing I can do, but try
to survive one day at a time.
On a side note: While Cory, Chase and I were sitting down
eating dinner, Chase leans over to me and said, “Mommy, do you mind if I bring
booty back?” Of course I told him to give
it his best shot and continued eating.
Any who, despite his murder attempt, I’m off to wrap Chase’s
Birthday presents because tomorrow I am going to have a four year old! That’s
right, my spunky, chatty, Chasey is going to be four tomorrow!!
On a side note: People always say that you forget the pain
of childbirth. I say; those people are
crazy and must not have pushed an eight and a half pound nugget out of their lady parts. My lady parts are still crying,
four years later.
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| Happy Birthday my little love- My life goal for you is to love yourself as much as I love you (or more, but I'm not sure that is possible)! |
