This is what I come home to….or should I say what comes home to me, now. I still haven’t figured out if it’s a good thing or not.

Actually, I know it’s a good thing! It’s the best thing! I am one of those really lucky people who found a soul mate early in life. I couldn’t ask for a better lover! I don’t think there is anyone else on earth who knows me better and loves me more and even still loves me despite knowing me so well. He puts up with all my crap and nasty habits and still finds the strength to laugh at my jokes.

But seriously, Mario has given me so much. He gave my life meaning, he gave me my son, he gave me my smile, and he gave me my sanity in this crazy world. This life is a wild, scary ride and I am glad that I have him to hold me close.

“The finest years I ever knew, are all the years I’ll have with you.”

Today, my son was asked to leave Preschool for the remainder of the day. What’s a parent to do?

I know that most of his behavior is due to lack of sleep and probably hunger. He fell asleep early last night and we didn’t have any luck on getting him up so that he didn’t wake up at the crack of dawn. Unfortunately, dawn came too soon. He was up at 3:00 AM! He was good and just sat on the couch watching cartoons, but he never did fall back asleep, I was worried about how he would handle the rest of the day, with good reason, he had his preschool class this afternoon.

Just before preschool, I tried to get him to eat lunch, with no luck, he’s not a big eater most of the time, and I just knew there was going to be trouble. I warned his teachers and said to call me if necessary.

About an hour into school I got a call, sigh. Come and get him. Appearently, he was being very loud, obnoxious and defiant, not to mention the fact that he threw a toy at another little boys head, twice!

When he’s older, he can tell everyone about the day he got sent home from pre-school. Days like these make me thrilled to be a parent…………

Cat Hairballs, Cat Hairballs, eat them while they’re hot….(from Ren & Stimpy’s Christmass CD)

So, I am in the process of cleaning my bedroom because both of my cats have had lovely episodes of coughing up huge cat hairballs, and my 4 year-old says to me…..”Mommy, are cat hairballs, the kitty cats brains?”

I had to laugh!