Hideous morning - worst mom ever!

So today was the Book Fair at the kids school and the school had sent a note home saying that parents could come in with their kids from 8-9 before school for pastries and juice and shop at the Book Fair. I thought great! I won't have to feed them breakfast and they can get something from the Book Fair because it is Buy-One-Get-One Free. I don't know what I was thinking, why we would even go to look. Money is tight - it is always tight! My husband gets paid once a month and it is so hard to stretch the money after the 1st two weeks. Anyway my middle child is not a morning person and woke up on the wrong side of the bed because I had to yell at him to get him up. He was mad because he didn't even want to go to the Book Fair and was taking it out on me and his sisters. He was also complaining because today as a reward they are going to see the movie "Alvin and the Chipmunks" and he didn't want to participate. I signed the form that he was allowed to see the film but he was complaining about it. So we keep arguing back and forth about the movie and I'm saying that at least he doesn't have to do work and anyway people keep saying that the movie was good. So back to the Book Fair and it is complete mayhem! Too many people all at once. The mom in charge of the pastries is trying to set up the food so we go in to look around and what a gimmick! Getting one free just makes it more complicated. We were trying to find books and then you are forcing yourself to buy something so you can get one free. My 11 year old girl wants a journal type book that you answer questions and fill out stuff, but it is $15 so I tell her she can't get it. To make a long story short, we end up getting nothing and leave and by this time there are no pastries left to feed the kids. My oldest says she isn't hungry but my little one is and the boy he is just in a bad mood all around. We still have time before school, so I suggest running to McDonald's to get them something to eat. On the way out, my son sees someone in their pajamas and he feels like he is missing out for not wearing his pajamas for the movie and starts again about not participating. I offer to run him home to get his pajamas and he shuts down and is saying no, no, no! I'm getting so frustrated with him and under my breath I say to my oldest, "I'm about to punch him in the head, I swear". A pre-school teacher is walking by us and I'm mortified, because I think she heard! I never hit my kids or threaten them but now I feel like if she heard that I'm some kind of child abuser or hideous mom.

Painless Dentist Upstairs

I went to the dentist the other day and I have to have some work done. I have a lot of fillings and a couple of them are cracked and I have two small new cavities. Darn my sweet tooth! I'll admit I don't floss as much as I should. Getting this dental work reminded me of when I got all those fillings. When I was 10 years old I hadn't been to the dentist in 3 years because my dad's job changed insurances and we weren't covered. So when he got the new insurance my Mom took us all to the dentist which was in walking distance from our house. When we got there, there was a wooden sign in the waiting room that said, "Painless Dentist Upstairs" with an arrow pointing up. I remember thinking I wished my mom had made an appointment for that dentist. It took me a few visits before I realized that it was a joke. Anyway, at this first visit, the dentist checked my teeth and I had 16 cavities. My mom and I were both shocked! I was the kid that brushed my teeth all the time and really didn't eat that much candy. My brothers, on the other hand, never brushed their teeth and ate candy all the time. My mom asked the doctor why this would happen to me and he simply said that some peoples saliva creates more cavities. When we left the office my mom cried telling my dad the news. She felt that it was their fault for not getting me to the dentist sooner. I always took care of my teeth diligently after that and really didn't have much problem since. When I took my son to the dentist he had 6 cavities and of course I felt terrible! My husband blamed me, because I am the one that allows them to have candy. I think he inherited my teeth.

Nat King Cole

I was named after the song Mona Lisa. My parents loved Nat King Cole and named me after the song minus the Mona. The name Lisa wasn't popular when my parents picked it, or so they thought. When I was in grade school there were 3 other Lisa's in my grade. In 4th grade there was a girl named Mona in my class and the teacher would have us go up to the chalk board and do T races in math. Each of us would have to do a list of math problems and race each other. Mona beat me and my teacher sang the song, "Mona beat Lisa"to the tune of Nat King Cole's song. I thought it was funny because I grew up hearing my father sing that song. I chose that song to dance with my father on my wedding day.