It is Football day in my house today...

English and American,  I have mixed feelings on this day...I love football, I love yelling at the Television and celebrating when my Favorite team wins ( Go Horns).  I also dread this day when J-man takes the field and I pray that he doesn't get hurt, I would rather him play baseball, there is no tackling in baseball but he is insistant that football is the sport for him, I even told him Girls like guys in Baseball pants but he didn't believe me.  I even bribed him but that was a no go either.  UGH, So I guess I will grit my teeth and hide behind my eyes as my oldest get tackled on the grid iron and yell and scream when he does something good, I did persuade him to try out for punter/kicker, that is rather safe right, you can't rough the kicker.

 Z-man also started Soccer (hence the English Football reference) this morning and I had never seen him more excited ( except maybe when there is cake around).  He was up and raring to go even though it was only a practice and meeting his new coach. He likes to play soccer for the medals he gets at the end of the season, ah to be 7 and have easy goals. 

So it is with trepidation that I say Go LCP Hawks and Be Safe my Son.

I am Pulling My Hair Out!!!!!

Beware Rant Ahead!!!!

The day started off nice, Z-man had a soccer game, he played well.  It was a beautiful day so Jen and I went to the New Farmers Market here in our fair town, went to lunch and of course we had to stop in at Target.  Got home the kids and Jeremy are eating Quizno's while there is perfectly good sandwich fixings in the fridge. Jeremy has been griping all week about money and yet he goes out to lunch everyday while I scrounge around for my lunch and breakfast, I don't really mind it because what ever I fix is healthier than what he comes home with, I just think it is ridiculous to spend money on crappy fast food when there is better things at home to eat.  UGH!!!

Ok on to my other rant, I have been trying to clean the Kitchen floor for days now and every time I sweep the kids come in from the backyard covered in mud and track it in all over my freshly swept floor.  I pick up their crap they get it back out five minutes later, I ask them to pick it up, they bitch and moan, I punish them they could care less.  This has got to stop it is driving me to take a very long vacation in a padded room securely ensconced in a straight jacket or it is driving me to drink more than I should.  

                                         

These two things above would be welcome right now, in many lovely shot glasses lined up ready for me to partake in the numbing .  I really hate to think about my kids this way but sometimes I just want to... (insert your own word here)!!!  So do you my lovely readers have any suggestion on discipline tactics, how to get them to do what I ask, anything would be helpful, my hair and liver would appreciate it.