Morning Musings (and Confessions)

Okay, so in my last post I talked about Tyler resetting my alarm clock. I brought it up that night and started in on my rant, saying he was busted, now I knew for a fact that he was capable of setting the alarm, etc, and he gets this confused look on his face and starts shaking his head. "No, no, definitely not. I did NOT reset the alarm. What are you talking about?" You know, you told me you reset the alarm to an hour earlier so you could go hunting. He bursts out laughing. "What?! For real, you think I said that?" Now I'm getting pissed off because he keeps denying he did it. "I think you must have dreamt that, babe. You WERE mumbling in your sleep. I definitely did NOT say that." He keeps laughing at me. So now I'm totally confused, because someone set the alarm, maybe possibly it was me, but I distinctly recall having that conversation with him, which he flat-out denies happening. Maybe with the time change, my alarm got effed up and went off an hour early by itself? I don't understand. Man, I really hate Daylight Savings!! Not to mention, how embarrassing that I had a dream-conversation and I actually thought it was real! Gah.

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I put Ryder to bed last night at 7:30, while we were having a late dinner. We'd just spent 3 HOURS at the arena; Gunnar had a practice right after school, then both boys had team pictures. Poor Ryder didn't get to have his 2nd nap (which usually goes from 2:30-4) because we had to leave to pick the boys up from school. Well, he got to have 15 minutes sleep, and was so tired he slept through me putting on his boots and coat. He was pretty cranky at the arena because of that. So we get home, get supper going, everyone's eating, and Ryder has a meltdown. Gave him a "loaded" bottle (put some pablum in with the formula) and plopped him in his crib; he banged the bottle down in like a minute then was instantly snoring. I went back to the table, finished supper, helped clear a few dishes, then suddenly this cloud of exhaustion overcame me and I went to lay down "just for a few minutes, guys". Next thing I know, its 2:30 in the morning! WTF? I couldn't believe it! My contacts were still in, felt like my eyes were full of glass shards whenever I blinked. Everyone's in bed, table's cleared, floor swept (what good boys I have, they do their after-supper chores even when I'm not there to remind them). I wandered around a bit in a daze, then went back to bed -- after I peeled the contacts off, of course! Yeeeouch. Next thing I know its 4:30 and Ryder is up and wanting a bottle. 4:30 a.m. people! That means he slept for 9 HOURS STRAIGHT! Holy crap! I almost did a dance of friggin' joy! Except, I thought about it, that means one of two things: either I deprive him of his 2nd nap so he sleeps through the night (and thus miss my own nap, causing me to pass out at the ungodly hour of 8pm), or I let him have his 2nd nap so I can have mine, which would enable me to stay up long enough to put the other kids to bed and do all my fun after-supper stuff (but then have to suffer through Ryder waking up 2-4 times a night for various reasons). Dilemma, dilemma! But really, having had my first "real" sleep in almost a year was friggin' AWESOME so I guess this means I'm gonna have to start having a nightly pot of coffee in addition to my morning pot. I love you caffeine, please don't ever leave me...

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So I did something yesterday at the arena -- it was my first REAL, true "Mama Kasha" moment. For those of you who don't get this, my mom's nickname when we were kids was Mama Hagar, or Mama Hag, or just Hag for short. Dad gave her this nickname from the Hagar the Horrible comic strip. Some of you are horrified I know (LOL) but that's just the kind of quirky, loving relationship they had. For us kids, when the Mama Hagar came out of our mom, we knew to duck and cover or run and hide, because the pin was out of the grenade and it just remained to be seen what would be blown.

** Editor's Note: I just want to clarify that when I talk about the "Mama Hagar moments", I'm referring to those moments, WITH OTHER KIDS. Like, when some kid was at our house and thought it would be fun to torment the cat, or snoop through Dad's stuff, things like that. THAT was when the Mama Hagar came out and with no hesitation, would swat that kid on the ass or kick them out of the house. Us kids rarely saw Mama Hagar because we were perfect angels, right mom? Haha.

So back to my moment...

The kids were running wild, doing their thing with all their little friends, and I decided to slip outside for a quick puff. As I walked past the the game machines, I saw Lena hanging out with two other girls. Right in front of me, the one girl gives Lena a little kick to the stomach. "Hey now, that's not nice! Don't do that". Thinking that was that, I looked down at Ryder, making sure he was warm enough, then look up to see this girl give Lena a HUGE push which sends her flying like six feet, trying to keep her feet under her, then Lena landed with a huge whoosh on her stomach. I friggin' lost it! Yelled the girls name as I'm helping Lena to her feet, then I whirl around to face this girl and tell her "Apologize NOW! That is NOT nice! You don't do that! Lena get your coat, you're coming outside with me, and you are not allowed to play with her anymore today!" I was so furious. This girl has been kinda mean to Lena in the past, sometimes she'll play with her nicely and they get along great, other times she'll completely ignore Lena or flat-out refuse to play with her. Poor Lena gets so confused and hurt when that happens. But to kick her, then physically shove her so hard she goes flying across the room!? I didn't even look to see if the girls mom had noticed or anyone else, I just got Lena and went outside. Cooled down for a bit while I puffed furiously. Then I started to feel bad. So I went back inside and saw this girl in her mom's arms, crying hysterically, while her mom took her to the bathroom. Followed them inside and apologized, "I'm sorry for scaring you, honey, and making you cry. Do you know why I yelled and got mad?" Rubbed her back, "You have to remember that Lena is only 3 and you are 5. Maybe you were just playing but she's only little and doesn't know that. She could have really gotten hurt. But I'm sorry I scared you. Its scary when strangers yell at you, isn't it?" At this point, I looked to her mom (who can be a little intimidating sometimes in her own way) and apologized again for scaring her, she just said, "She'll be fine" and picked her up and left. So yeah, I'm probably in the shithouse with her now. But if it comes to the point where I have to defend myself against another angry mama bear, I know that in the same situation I would still react the same way, only maybe a tad bit quieter. I DO have a really loud voice when I'm pissed off. And if my kid had acted that way towards another child (not that they EVER would) I would fully expect that mother to yell at my kid. But it did create an awkward situation. I kept imagining that the other hockey moms were snubbing me so I sat with Ardan by the window and just watched Gunnar, instead of mingling. We'll see at the next practice how everyone acts, then I'll know if its imagined or not.