The Atomic Mom

Help! My Child Has Been Abducted by Aliens!

I have lived through my first two weeks of having a job. It wasn't easy, and it's something I don't want to have to do for the rest of my life, but I have lived. Why do you have that look of surprise on your face? Well, thanks for your concern, but I'm doing just fine. We have amazing soft serve, and that makes it all worthwhile.

After spending the weekend telling my child not to touch anything, to quit hitting, and that his actions may just force mama to open up a can of whoop ass I have realized that he must have been abducted by aliens what a bad little boy my dear baby is turning into. Thank God he never hit (no pun intended) the terrible twos, because his behavior at the age of 4.5 makes up for every bit of it. I'm not sure what to do. Don't get me wrong, 80% of the time he is still a very well behaved little boy, but there is a 20% there that is almost too terrible for words.

I've been peed on and almost abducted by aliens.

It's 5am, I'm awake, all the cookies are gone, and I might as well just go ahead and stay up. I think I've slept maybe 1 hour throughout the night. I wouldn't exactly call it an hour of peaceful sleep either, at least not after my creepy dream (maybe?) and being woken up by cold wee wee on my side. That is my life folks.

So I might as well blog about it.