Full Disclosure...

In the interest of Full Disclosure, and so that Not the Momma has something to read between classes today I'm sharing this with you:


Allowance

No, it isn't about getting paid or paying your children. This is post about my daily life. Really, seriously. I would write my own version, but that would be stupid because she's already done it. And I'm lazy. Ask anyone. Now go read it and come back. Because I'm going to add on to it.


Did you read that blog?


No? Then you won't understand this.

Ugh. Not the Momma just click on the link and read it.

FINE! She says there are two kinds of days. Productive days where you get up get dressed and do things, and unproductive days that make you feel like crap because you've been in your pajamas for too long, nothing has gotten done, and you really wish you had gotten something done because maybe you think your husband who busts his butt all day is going to judge you if he comes home and the kid is still wearing the same pajamas he's been wearing for two days and you're still in your pajamas and the dishes are still in the sink and the house is still a mess and can we please grab drive thru for dinner because I don't feel like cooking. (How was that for a run-on sentence?)

I think there is a third type of day. I would say that the number of this type of day is quickly catching up to the number unproductive days in our household. The third type of day is when I get up and Little Monster and I have different ideas about what kind of day it's going to be. Take yesterday for example. I got up, got dressed and wanted to head to the grocery store. Not for anything frivolous like coffee filters, milk, or real food, but for fruit snacks and blueberry waffles. The food Little Monster eats. Little Monster wasn't having it. He was NOT going to get dressed. He even pulled his pajamas out of the dirty laundry hamper mid-tantrum and whined about how he really wanted to wear his lions. Even though he had taken off his pajamas on his own. Without me asking. After I got him dressed, despite all of the tears and wailing and gnashing of teeth, we got to shoes. He wasn't having those either. Not even the most coveted Batman Crocs. No Coat, No Shoes, No Way, No How. That was the motto for yesterday. Eventually I bribed him and we got out of the door. Luckily the day improved.

Now let's compare that to today. I got up, got showered and dressed while Little Monster tried to throw my towel in the shower with me. He's a big help that kid. Most of the time. (He did put daddy's new deodorant away all by himself when we got home from the store yesterday.) But, most days I do like to dry off with a DRY towel. It's just a preference I have.

We don't have anything planned for today, but it is Thursday, which means we could go to playgroup. Problem is, Little Monster still doesn't want to take off the darn Lion footy pajamas that he's worn 2 nights in a row. Even when I suggest that we go play at the park -- his favorite thing to do besides eat crackers and fruit snacks -- his position doesn't change. I would really like to get out of the house and do something productive today, but I don't see that happening, what with the blue lion covered ball of tears on the floor behind me.

Yes, there is at third day category beyond productive and non-productive. There are the days where you want to be productive, and are fought tooth-and-nail at every step. The days when you fold an entire load of towels to have your two year old un-fold them and throw them to the floor just as you are getting ready to put them away. The days where every step forward towards doing something ends up being two steps back. I'd rather have the unproductive days than these days where I seem to spend all of my energy fighting someone in order to do the things that he likes most. The biggest problem with these days? Just when I want to threaten to sell him to the Gypsies, he climbs into my lap and says "hugs, mommy" and plants a big old kiss on my cheek. Then, all of the irritation with how the day goes turns into guilt. But then, maybe that's just me.