A list of things I didn't do when Gabriel was with my mom last night:
A list of things that I DID do:
*watch Weeds, season one.
*walk around my house with no pants on
Then my mom called me this morning to ask, "Has Gabriel been unusually difficult lately?" Why yes, yes he has. I didn't want to tell her that he's lately been throwing tantrums because I cannot bend the laws of space and time, because I was worried that she wouldn't host him for a sleepover. She told me she felt like his teachers were doing secret high fives behind her back when she picked him up early from school.
There was a point on Wednesday when I had to lock myself in my bathroom and Chill The Fuck Out For A Minute because I was THIS close to dumping a bowl of Cheerios on Gabriel's head. If I didn't have some uninterrupted Me Time stat, I was seriously going to lose it, because that child? Oh my god. Parents, listen to me now: THREE IS WORSE THAN TWO.
Today I'm feeling fresh as a spring daisy, ready to be Fun Mom for the weekend. I'm going to try very hard not to bang my head on a wall, wish me luck!