3 1/2 weeks to go and I am feeling a vent coming on...

I am sitting here in front of my laptop and feeling a bit on the ornery side. I have decided to vent. If in anyway this post offends you than I have to simply say: GET OVER IT! (and I am a bit sorry that you feel bad)

1. I don't like being poked in the arm 20 times by my almost 2 year old. He wants to tell me something, and I just don't understand quite what his gibberish is saying, so he pokes...and pokes...and pokes... And in addition to the incessant poking, he says, "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom..." over and over again. Then I find myself saying "What? What? What? What? What?" over and over again. I simply just don't like being poked more than once in a conversation.

2. Henry's sweet cute teacher (who I think is great besides this one incident) gave almost all the kids in the class a special reward for doing the monthly homework, but didn't give Henry one. He came home crying. He spent the month doing his homework. Two days before it was due, he told me at least 5 times he needed to turn it in. Together, we put everything in the folder and sent it in. Henry returned the day of the special reward with nothing but a note from his teacher saying he forgot to turn in his calender. Thus, no reward. I have no idea what she is talking about, so I asked her and she said that every month a number calender is sent home. The kids have to write the numbers and send it back. I swear, Henry's homework folder never had one in it...so we had no idea about it. She just said that's too bad. (this is where I wanted to flick her and say give my kid a treat because he did everything he thought he was supposed to...but instead I just thanked her for her time and walked away.)

3. We were recently invited to go somewhere, and we simply couldn't attend. In the evenings, after Mark gets home from work, I am often shooting an event. When we are invited somewhere, I check my calender and if I have already scheduled a shoot, we just have to turn down whoever is inviting us. This doesn't mean we don't want to go, it just means paying off debt from Mark being unemployed is the most important thing. It doesn't mean we don't like whoever is inviting us, it simply means I AM WORKING! So, when whoever invites us somewhere gets upset and starts to guilt trip my husband (because frankly, these tactics don't work a bit on me) then I do start to feel like I really don't want to spend time with whoever invited us to spend time with them.

4. For the final time, Stephanie Meyer's fourth book was a piece of C%#$! It was poorly written and inconsistent. The only reason it was a best seller is because of media hype. If you want to read a good book, read Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson, or The Thief by Megan W. (My prego brain just forgot the last name...but it still is an excellent book).

Thanks for your time...now I feel better.